Chocolate Tastes Better in Paris

Think about chocolate: 
a hint of bitter-y, 
a glimpse of butter-y, 
a slip of sweet, but not too much—
hard, then soft, and before long 
so molten as to be absorbed into our cheeks 
like a chocolate transfusion—
a taste that lingers in a charming way, 
rather like a lovely memory to be kept and 
cherished in a hidden place. 

Everywhere in the world chocolate helps, covers symptoms. 
In Paris, chocolate heals, soothes the lonely worried place inside,
says,
“Yes, of course. I understand. All is well.” 

Come to Paris. Eat chocolate.

For forever, and forever after,
every small smooth morsel will take you back 
to the Seine, where you’ll lean against sun-warmed stone,
hear Vivaldi from musicians in the middle of the bridge.