fioritura
free to roam
through the chambers
of my mind,
thoughts mix
antagonistically,
deriving one from another,
black and white
like jazz themes
melting piano keys
into one perfectly fluid
evening,
smelling like comfiture of
words and rhythm,
sweetly stained by
a single mole-like
spot of chocolate
in the corner of a
Mona Lisa mouth,
proof enough
that the entire sine is
above ground zero
and that there is always room
for a love-flavored
cocktail of seconds
nimal dunuhinga
It's deep like Mona Lisa's smile! And melting piano keys gives the theme?
It's deep like Mona Lisa's smile! And melting piano keys gives the theme?
You are soooooo smooth.