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[hes]

It's the lightest of sensations,
the barest of touches
that fades even before
you realize what it might be.

Like the lingering taste
against the tip of a tongue
of some mix of flavours
both subtle and hidden --
evoking memories of distant travels
and faraway lands.

Drawing a finger
into a flavour
that defies both definition
and explanation,
each taste is remembered
by a hum of satisfaction.