Michael's Fáilte

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The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea

The island writes in fire and steam each morning on the pages of the sea
Lava Meets Ocean. Lynx, Starboard Side. Day 2.Early Morning, July 8 2006, Looking for Flashes off Chain of Craters, Big Island

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Chocolate

Dear, dear, chocolate, I have searched for your essence in Manhattan at Christmastime, there by the ice rink, carried you away like the precious body of a new savior come down in small dark mouthfuls. Yes, dear chocolate, I have taken my fingertips to your nightdress with the golden lining there in Antwerp outside Peter Paul Rubens' house and learned how to spell the word 'exotic' in twelve languages and I don't know what to say, really without blushing...I couldn't wait and I'm sorry for that...I live for you...you call to me, London or Paris, San Francisco or Tokyo and no matter how they say 'hello' I am struck dumb with your taste on my tongue, slow, slow taste, a crass word there, my love, more the realm of buds or the sensation of melting or closing my eyes whilst listening for the footsteps of the half-naked warriors who passed you from hand to hand more than a thousand miles from the jungle to the icy slopes until you reached the Aztec king...
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  1. The Literary MidwifeJune 12, 2010 at 3:06 PM

    Yes, that's it. Exactly. Don't all quests involve the search for chocolate? Oh, we may sugar-coat our motivations, but really, let's be honest: it's always all about the chocolate.

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