If I could be the ancient sword
That stole away with you
One waltz that takes us merrily
To the sea so free.
Each bond you felt that held you back
I’m your liberating sharp
Whimsically eager at your call
Lightly laying aside ageing leaves
Floating our minds upon the breeze.
For your sup I’d fix your cut
Sliced so fine, no toil to chide
A glass of wine to ease your mind
Relax upon my sturdy spine
Your head upon my shoulder.
Tag: slice
Making a Roast (day 1697)
Scoring and packing
Dicing and slicing
Thickening and serving
Last Slice of Pie (day 1014)
This is not loneliness
Locked in an out-of-the-way cupboard
This is not misery
Straddled between once was and what will never be
This is life
One step after the other
Flooding with memories and hard times
Good days with lineups of lovers
And loss with too abrupt endings.
There are no inanimate objections,
There are no distractions or black out times,
It remains the good and the bad,
And one last slice of pie.
Long Lines with Beauty Adds (day 937)
Desire my bread that I could not slice
Weak I have become
From long lines of reckless decisions
Passing the beauty adds along
With my pants at my ankles
Mario Contefetti (day 671)
Nope, didn’t even leave a single slice
Such a delicious, 4 topping
Clay oven roasted
Peperoni, mushroom
Cheesiest of all cheeses
Black olives straight from the tree
And the garden of love
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
Such fruitful abundance
From this same loving garden
Came green peppers of such freshness
Such juicy succulence
That it left me no choice today
Where all that was mine to do
All I could even do
Was smell with my nose
Fall in love with my eyes
Loosen my leather belt
And enjoy, savor
Every. single. bite
Of that 4 topping pizza
Can you still smell it lingering in the air?
I’d say I’m sorry for not leaving a slice..
If I wasn’t so full..
Mario can be purchased here.