... taste of a kiss, it lingers, like a syrup br on the edge of lips, like a harsh insight br that burns a slow void, on the fingertips, to depths br unknown at first, in flesh parts of the heart br br ... of an addictive brew, expressed from beans br picked broken-back from Wollo province slopes br blended with fruits of fire islands, desert capes br with hopes of energy, teasing the nerves br br ... of instants where eyes meet, alight with thirst br inquisitive for love, when bodies pass br each other on the street, the frisson sighs br vitality, regrets the moment lost br br ... of ginger root, the bracing bitterness br as partners bite too deep, the spice br lifting their lives from dark low-lying fog br the boredom, sour at night, infusing them br br ... it may be a mistake, but not too late br the taste of first attraction, open rush br and falling heat can still be felt, like tamarind br a trace upon the tongue, savoured again.