|The prompt is "luscious|
IF I COULD
I would live on words
would chew grainy words like pumpernickel, lick
slick words that slide against the tongue
and melt like lilikoi
luscious Hawaiian ice-upon-a-stick.
Nor would I live on food words only
but feast on all the savory
flavored dictionary words
the meaty ones like buxom and contemplate
seasoned with peppery sprinkles
of quip and tipple
and I would nibble the edges
of flat round cookies of extrapolate, reforestation
and tickle my palette with perfumed words:
Aldebaran, oriental, satin.
I would open my Webster's Unabridged
and grow fat on specious, unadulterated, irresolute.
Never, never would I grow hungry.
I would give thanks to the great god Gutenberg
and lay me down to sleep
after I sip a soothing drink brewed from
soporific, subliminal, and seraphim
and I will dream of books and libraries
burgeoning with sustenance.