Poetry is the kind of writing that leaves an aftertaste.
Not a nasty aspartame tongue coat like a cheap diet soda,
But sweet like the kiss of your love after they sucked on a cherry Jolly Rancher.
Poetry lingers on the mind for days, altering the way every breakfast, lunch and dinner tastes.
Poetry is the memory of fine wine warm and expanding.
Poetry is dessert savored, and not eaten all at once with gluttonous abandon, but one small spoonful at a time.
Poetry is the aftertaste lingering in our mind, behind our eyes.