Ode to Tacos
The woman walks towards me and hand me to you
your warm to the touch- even through the soft paper
I can feel the warmth that you emit..
slowly heating up my hand.
I carefully place you on the wood table
careful to not spill your your spices or insides out of
the soft light brown blanket you embrace them in.
Like on overflowing sink filled with delight.
I look down and study you, taking in every color, every texture.
Dark brown carnitas stare up at me juicy, enticing me to take a taste.
Cilantro leaves waving like messy hair in between empty spaces of avocado and
To your right two more just like you.
And to your left, a bright green lime,
a strong citrus smell almost masking the smell of
steak and tomato and onions.
I lift you carefully the dark spot of tortilla
sinking into my fingers heavy and
gentle at the same time.
The first bite is a powerful mix of taste buds
dancing on the surface of my tongue.
Spices, vegetables, meat sauces, all coming together.
Savory, salty, sweet, chunks and smooth guacamole all coming together
The sound crunch of the radish, followed by the smooth texture of guacamole
slightly lingering on the roof of my mouth.
The tortilla full of flavors of
reminding me of a warm hug,
soft and chewy at the same time
I can taste the love of the hands that rolled you
added all their love into crafting you.
Tacos- thank you