Cheers

By Desirée Jung

Have some real taste, a dose of my heart.
There won’t be any details, yells, or any of the
nightlong discussions with old – but now forgotten – lovers,
we will drink only to the truth and its questions.

Have you ever loved a woman? Have you ever kissed a woman?
Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
Have you ever hated your parents for a moment?
Have you ever loved a man? Do you think you can love me as well?

If I say yes to all of the above, will that solve your doubts,
your should-I-trust-the relationship issues? I don’t
think it would, but I will tell you one thing about
real truths. They are never pleasant.

Before you start loving, pay attention and drink it very,
very slowly, savouring the nuances, the enigmatic flavours of one,
a one-other different from you or me. If successful, let them stay
in your life as though they were an expensive and favourite bottle of wine.
Full-bodied, dark, immersed in aromas
which always come forth at the first scents but never at the end.

And please remember. At first scent you can never tell if, at the last,
your mouth will keep a bitter, acid aftertaste – or, instead, a
chocolate, oak-flavoured, ripe taste of grapes. There are no
guarantees. You will have to drink,
taste and love it for yourself.
Cheers.