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.
Categories:
czardas, food,
Form: Free verse