The Hues of Chocolate

My eyes are closed and my fingers are gently pressed against my lips. An entanglement of savory deep chocolatey hues, glide across my tongue, like a ballroom waltz. Deep hues of warm browns with toffee undertones sweep my thoughts away. Away with ease, even. My imagination spikes with another bite of spicy, dark chocolate, chili pepper, goodness. I see a deep welcoming red in my mind; where? I’m not quite sure where exactly this red is coming from; but I feel it, I see it surround me.

This red embraces me like a warm blanket, it feels like sunshine. It guides me ever so surely to the realization that this welcoming deep red however doesn’t exist; yet it does. It’s all in my head. Or perhaps I am the red. In fact maybe in all truths and all actuality, I am the deep brown hues of the very chocolate melting in the palette of my mouth. Does this therefore mean that I am the mouth that’s causing the melting? Or maybe, I am the flutter of my lash as my eyes open. The stretch of my finger as my arm extends out for another precious and private moment with the ever so welcoming brown hues of chocolate.

-Bethany Ewert