You,

a discovery
discovered again and again,

you, the flesh
of your words that found their way
into parchment

that I read,
savor,
as how one would masticate
the meat of the sinigang
his mother has cooked for him
after a long journey
without a full meal

Only, it does not end
at the act of swallowing;
it leaves a remnant
not on the tongue

but in the mind that has already begun searching
for the next wave of the same flavor,
only to be continually replaced upon its arrival
with the fresh sensation currently
lingering on the tongue -

the superposition of zests tasted

-

Those intangibly palpable entities
you have given birth to
that turn my mind into a cinema
which flashes not only
the images they paint,
also,

You

So that in the founding of a treasure behind your words,
I always find you.