Fresh basil.
Torn and strewn delicately, carelessly.
Over mozzarella.
Fresh, patted dry.
Dripping with virgin olive oil.
Golden perspiration.
Streaming over its white luscious juicy body.
And atop.
Pungent leaves.
Rocket.
With each biteful
you taste thick woods.
Sharp mossy green smells.
And then the ambient cool forgiving soft cheese.
The viscous subtle aroma of olives.
Sour sugary almost smoky aromatic balsamic vinegar.
Each bite
each soft deep inhale.
The memory of candles burning quietly.
The moon in your gaze.
And the simplicity of giggling,
scrunching up our noses as we smile
and, while strolling,
holding hands.
About Me
- sharron and jaeson
- we clang about the pots. They echo like a thought. I kiss her like a paint smear. And all my loving is artful. Then I taste the flourescence like an autumn inhale. It all feels like spring and winter all regrowing and disintegrating at the same time. Cold. Wet. Conflicted. Sublime. I write all this. Making up for lost time. All words and pictures on this blog is original content. Jaeson Iskandar Copyright. Sharron Martin Copyright. Alive Right Now !!! (P.s. poems or words by other people will be acknowledged.)
