Miso

by FTS Miles

I sip of this miso with intention,
slowly as to encourage
the heat, the salt,
to linger upon my tongue,
the warmth to cascade
through me in long gentle nips
and probing wet caresses,
until it saturates my eager core
with the hungry surety of a
humbling internalization of smolder,
like a moth to the flame,
like my hand to the steaming miso
which I sip with intention.