Around mid-day walking moderately fast =coming back from a GP appointment.
Around mid- day walking moderately fast= voices- never ending conversation=no attention= rainy day.
Turned left- even faster- wearing salsa on my lips.
Salsa wore on my lips- a cheap one.
Big blue eyes staring at my lips- just in front- salsa wearing lips-
Looked sweetly into his eyes- and said aloud@ in Italian: Amore che bello che sei! It was him Swarovski.
My breathing got a big short- short breathing- we, staring into each other eyes= a car suddenly started producing its sound- as saying: ‘’what is going on’’! the car seemed to say- not the driver.
IT WAS HIM- THE SOUND OF SILENCE- reaped in Italian- he could obviously understand: ‘’che bello che sei! Half a smile from him- half a smile.
He looked somehow sad. Elegant and deary
On a rainy day coming back from my GP – I felt a relief from those eyes and glance on my SALSA lips,
THE FIRST THING THAT CAUGHT HIS glance.
The salsa colour was the only one – witness of the enchanted short breath eyes meeting.
THE salsa colour.
The only man – I should have worshipped in the bedroom- underused- easily manipulated.
THE SALSA LIPSTIC WITNESS – AND THE SALSA COOKING IN THE OTHER ROOM.
He – Svarovski- opened his door and saw a salsa rigatoni in the stairs- waiting to be eaten.
Swarowski – that year was 2023.
The salsa lipstick witnessed our intense glance- a relief coming back from my sometimes very icy and impersonal GP- Practice medical Centre.!
The SALSA lipstick- speaking –
‘’CHE BELLO CHE E L’AMORE MIO’’!
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Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2025 05:59
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Comments1
Food and passion so easily intertwined. A poem of hunger. Most lovely
Have you read anything concerning food?
if you want I can copy and paste it to you?
In poetry it is rare. Cheeky Missy is the one that most often includes food in her writes
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