Boy meets girl and girl meets boy.
Honey, perhaps undercut with a lemon premonition.
Girl and boy turn and walk away.
An aftertaste of old saccharine.
Boy and girl, alone; girl and boy.
Thick curtain odour of whisky, rum and yesterday’s cigarettes.
Girl and boy catch glimpses across a crowded room.
Memories of rich red wine in glinting glasses.
Boy and girl leave crowded room, alone.
Eyestinging chilli till the morning light but no vinegar dream regrets.
Or perhaps, perhaps, a flavour.