SWEET

Kiss of the bone-tingling flicker,

Racing to my skin

Flash of the mind-turning sensation,

Thrillingly akin

Each tang satisfies keenly,

And sends me to my safe haven

Stashes me away from wretchedness,

Ensnaring me in a bogus paradise



SALTY

A pungent flash surfing in lethargy,

Taste of both sharpness and neutrality

Smoothly flowing with the sea,

A combination of the feeble and the sturdy

An evidence of the veiled harmony,

A cryptic piece overlooked by many

For them salty simply means salty,

And not a gentle strike of energy



SOUR

Biting sensation of the dry white burgundy,

This is sourness for many

Deemed stale and fusty,

Crumples even the most beautiful face in history

A true striking taste, it is

Even causes crease in mere smelling

But indeed a quick nibble

Of the dilemma life’s offering



BITTER

Massive feeling of discomfort and animosity,

Exasperating burden without a variety

Acerbic fire penetrating each of the senses,

Taking one to the cave of hatred

Seclusion of the delightful bliss,

Towing your ecstasy into the abyss

Trapping you in great despair,

Poisoning the euphoric sweet éclair