BOTH, a new face and an old
gaze, hold a special pod.
Capsules to be filled
with tastes of memories—
never touching the brim—
all from some first glimpse.
Some seem sweet
so easy on the tongue
others scream
bitterness
from inside.
The delectable ones
I had in the past
took their toll and left
a sought-after taste.
Only a few were a quench
for my thirst. Most were
just plain addiction.
Still, the old usual tablets
give off flavors, which,
my tongue
is unfamiliar with.
At times, the new ones
resemble a tang—
of which I am certain
I had taken,
I just can’t tell when.
When I capture your face,
I hope to fill the pill
and take it with ease.
Befriend my tongue
and let me not forget
to take the sweet
capsules of you.
Agnes Ruth Diana S. Bordado
