For you
You’re not with me –
a passionate pizza
will have to do
Batter kneaded
with love and
affection, flung
in the air with
lofty ease
Tomato, not
called paradise
fruit without
a reason in
certain parts
Artichokes
a-plenty for
the bristly
part of you
A sprinkle
of olive oil –
little iridescent
flower eyes
that sparkle
for you
Peperoncini –
that very
stuff of passion
– Niebla ( © 2011 )
Written for One Single Impression and Passionate.
And so he continues to write for her. Almost as good as that old stuff for Laura and Beatrice. Or were they really just as elusive?
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