The leathery hand grasping yours
As you clutch the soft damp corn tortilla
Layering it with thin slices of dimpled bound
Spinets of dappled lit sunrise hued cheese
The scent of pulled from the earth
Outer wrapping of the leek growing long and sleek
And the thought memory evoking spice of lemon basil
Warmed and rolled in the manner of a fine cigar
Bringing it to your lips the vapors play with your nostrils
You sweat as the beads of essential oils tip your lips open
With the gloss of whey coating the corners of the mouth
You smile drinking in the heavens gift of the day to come
6-5-2014
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