|
spice
by Maria Francescacumin
is a trip
to Mexico:
summer tacos
at a sunny patio table
basil
is spring in Italy:
Penne ala Beatrice
at a sidewalk cafe
ginger
is the mysterious Orient:
sweet
and spicy
and haunting
and all of them put together
do not begin to equal the flavor
of that look
in your eyes.
11/30/2007 Posted on 12/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/01/07 at 08:54 AM oh... I do love this! Especially the unexpectedness of the ending! and oh, I love that feeling. I know it so well... |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 12/02/07 at 06:00 PM Every relationship needs a little spice in it. Very well done. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/06/08 at 10:01 PM Oh yes. Simple writig at its best. Superb. |
| 
