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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trruffles (A Chocolate Orgy)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stood behind the counter, feet spread wide<br>Her hair neatly tied in a bun that the netting tried to hide.<br>Smiled when I entered, hands covered with sugar dust<br>So she wiped her hands on the apron. That she must.<br>Standing behind the display of truffles galore<br>She seemed to be offering so much more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The names of each on a card was printed <br>With the truffles, carefully presented<br>So they stood out in all their glory<br>As if to tell a life’s story<br>Each was held like a newborn at the baptismal font<br>To be blessed by the mistress who was about to anoint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Do you like truffles, ’ she asked with a toss of her head<br>“Some come here thinking, they’re just high priced chocolate., ” she said.<br>“And they don’t appreciate the taste and aroma<br>That each offers to the knowing consumer<br>As he savors the chocolate as it melts in his mouth<br>Releasing aroma’s history in flavors, run rout.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she carefully selected one and placing in on a marble square<br>Carefully, carved sections with knowing care.<br>As she buisied herself I couldn’t help notice<br>What a beauty stood before me with chocolates to entice<br>To sample what was offered. Never mind the price<br>For this was a meeting between two, that never happens twice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taking a small piece and placing it between her lips, <br>She slowly explained her chocolate, eating tips.<br>“Notice how I place it on my tongue and hold it there<br>Before I place against mouth’s roof, the essence to share.<br>The chocolate melts at body temperature, just like yours and mine<br>And as it melts, cools the surface, a feeling, Oh so sublime.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shifted her feet as if to acknowledge that more was to come<br>Tasting chocolate is permissive seduction to some.<br>“Now” she continued and as she slowly inhaled through her nose<br>She seemed to be in another world, yet she was so close, <br>With lips together so the nose took command<br>She reached out and offered a piece with her exquisite, gloved hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“After the coolness, “she continued, “You are about to discover<br>That this bit of chocolate has a history only you can uncover, <br>The dark chocolate has an earthy aroma that comes from its distant past.”<br>And with eyes closed (as hers were) “you can imagine the forest vast.<br>Chirping of birds and calls of animals wild<br>Those are the memories that the chocolate cannot hide.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too soon it was over and she carefully selected just a few<br>Into a pretty box which from the counter she drew.<br>Each nestled in its bed of paper like a child<br>Asleep for the moment but will awaken in a while.<br>Closing the box with a bit of ribbon and tying it with love<br>She offered the box to me with a gentle, yet knowing shove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That will be thirty dollars, she said with a knowing smile<br>As if to suggest that more had been offered in this little while.<br>So as it paid up and was about to leave, <br>I took another sample that she had offered me<br>And placing it in my mouth with a knowing grin, <br>I hoped that I would be seeing her again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back at the office, I shared my bounty of truffles<br>Among those who worked with sometimes small rewards<br>And explained carefully the secret of eating chocolate<br>Known to some of authority, who indulged in what they ate<br>Savoring the essence and letting the chocolate melt in the mouth<br>Was a secret worth sharing with all who were about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next day at lunch, I returned to the shops<br>And wondered what I would do in this second encounter, (romance has its hopes) <br>As I walked along the sidewalk counting the addresses as I went<br>I soon reached the block where I anticipated the event<br>There was 1020,1022,1024, and 1026<br>But where was the truffle shop, number 1024, as I remembered the number distinct.<br>Instead was a shop that offered fresh coffee, much like Starbucks sold<br>But no candy store stood out, to behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today I wonder but am too afraid to ask, <br>My coworkers if they enjoyed the chocolate repast.<br>For maybe I am dreaming of another time and place<br>When the world was a moving at a very different pace<br>But I will remember and tell all that I can<br>The proper way to enjoy chocolate; that's my plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sjm</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidi+J.+Mahtrow">Sidi J. Mahtrow</a><div class=q>
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