A Decade

[jfs]

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

Amy Lowell

Comments

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

Nice.

[jfs.livejournal.com]

I'm torn; part of me thinks it's lovely, part of me finds it very sad indeed.

Maybe the two aren't contradictory.