I wonder what death tastes like. Does it taste like the blackened bits of carbon that burn forever on the sides of an iron pan?
Does death taste like brown and yellow agglutinated crap served cold?
Perhaps death tastes of the rotting, putrefying meat of dead animals slaughtered for food served steaming hot?
It is often said that the stench of burning human corpses is sickeningly sweet. Perhaps death brings an overwhelming flavor of sweetness with it? Burning corpses layered with fatty oils, burning, smoking greasily, filling the air the nose the lungs the tongue with a cloying odor of blackened leather?
Is death sweet? The aroma of almonds, dead and broken, cut in bloodless slices, layered with caramelized sugar; does death taste like that? Or sweeter still, like the honey of billions of dead flowers?
Or could it be, could it taste like bitter astringent pee? the pee on her labia, like a sharp spice around the honey within?
Oh. Back to her. Her, she, the one who makes me long for death. Her of the twisted mind and tortured soul like me, the one I longed to be with for these wasted years? What of her? She is life itself, and smiles and joy and soft flesh and music and reading and video and laughter and companionship. And death. She is death for me. To long for her is to long for death. O, to taste her would be joy! Joy denied. Love denied. Laughter denied. Companionship denied. The sweet look in her eyes. The poetry of her hands moving about in space, the hands I long to touch, to caress, to feel warm in my hands…. A Day Without You by Beloved-Creature
But it is death! It is death to touch her, to want the untouchable. It is death to taste her, death to want to smell her honey, taste it on the end of my thrusting tongue probing her sweetness, stirring our flesh into spasms of delight and ever more desire, fevered heat on every part of our skin, and all is sensing and touching and smelling and tasting without thought. Sugar Skull: Dia de los Muertos Karen
And there is la petit mort also. That is the death I would taste.