Give me something to bite my teeth into. Tearing away please, but a taste to sustain me through the feast or the fast of this lifetime.
A tender morsel to arouse my pacified senses; nourish me, energize me, awaken me once again to the flavors of each and every creation.
The moments of magnitude, the ones labeled insignificant or those of obnoxious overindulgences, even those that leave you weak from it all; give me but a serving from each. Yes, to ground me, yet all the while enticing me to find the balance in all the irony and contradiction that garnish unwelcome.
Give me my bite, my sliver of heaven, my tasty morsel~ forever more satiating to my heart’s delight.