Was it in 2006? Or 2007? I discovered you in a Japanese restaurant, and I glanced at you thinking that you weren’t very delectable and pushed you away for other meatier stuff. After all, you were just a bean.
You appeared before me, over and over again after that. You didn’t give up. Soon, it wasn’t just at Japanese restaurants. It was also at friends’ parties and supermarkets. I have to give it to you, you were persistent.
My first taste was with hesitation. I licked you. You were salty. I bit into you. You came into my mouth. It was love at first bite. You are a little…nutty.
I like you, Edamame. You may be Japanese, but I am colour blind.
Sensations spilling forth like
Beans into a filled glass. . I’m inebriated
By the combination of
Martini and soy. .
Variety bordering on risqué
Makes a better tale. .
Or of the man who brings
Love in a cupcake? . You envelope me
In sunshiny coconut
And edamame .
On grainy wooden floors seasoned
With life’s experience. .
Like the soil of the earth
Not cold hard coloured stones. .
I taste your saltiness
You energise me. .
Can you hear it thump thumping
My Edamame? .
A badly written haiku by LL, dedicated to you, who left 10 years ago. We were colour blind.
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