Dips Of Appetizers
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Blue Cheese And Old Pickles Contest of Craig Cornish...dated 20 Mar 25
I roam on an alley in stillness
My heels barely scratching the ground
As I recall your mouth sampling
Camembert and tang of pickles,
And weekends thereafter, same same
Dose of appetizers; laughter dripping
From your replayed stories...the taste
of cocktails, your skin just as intense.
Like so, spring arrives with the madness
of fleeting twilight....your dulcet breath
vicious and abrupt that my heart asks
for owned affection,for gentle walks
in the park: From a mantle of stars
my hands quiver from aloneness--
because there is no longer an ardor
transporting us to unlimited fermented dips;
The flavor of cheese and pickled cucumber
turns into vinegar-- rancid, sour, ferocious:
Yet, in finely-spun of mornings, I miss the chase.
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2025
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