Longing for truth that saturates; <br />That soaks the skin, that clings and clutches— <br />Soothes, and will not release, <br />Absent ecstatic surrender. <br /> <br />Finding artichoke truth that opens <br />Leathery, leaf by leaf, its heart <br />Hidden-soft, and revealed only <br />After studied, patient effort. <br /> <br />To draw the butter, now; <br />And soon to dip the leaf.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/artichoke-truth/
