This is for my wife, currently awaiting medical clearance to come and join the kids and me on our trip to Prince Edward Island.
Her Kisses Are All Sorts of Licorice
Her kisses are all sorts of licorice,
Laid up in double-salt sweetness,
Pressed hard on the back of the tongue:
Smoke and salt-peat and sea water,
Distilled in all their deep-held breaths:
Sugar cooked far past caramel:
Coffee beans smoking in their oil:
Cocoa cut with cayene pepper:
All sorts, laid up, pressed hard: kisses.