Cafe Musings
...Like a cocotte I’m used, abused and bruised
From late evening to late hours of the night
Getting stains all over like that of love making
My master’s pocket full and that of people, li...
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Categories:
cocotte, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Making a Meal of It
...Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber f...
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Categories:
cocotte, food, passion,
Form: Free verse