Sweet Rose
i folk dance the gypsy czardas,
red and robust on my lips,
a kiss of sweet rose.
coveted sweet pepper,
exotic fruit spice.
delicious budapest dance,
seasoned to perfection.
my husband pressured me,
to cheat on my paprikash.
a catholic priest uttered
latin words of “capsicum annuum”
absolution received for my sin.
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