Italian dinner

just finished dinner
peas and chicken
now
I can admire the dripping sunset
his wounds are mine
his tears wash my face
my thunder bites his clouds
thou
I never finished love just dinner
for love does finish you
when bloodying skies are crying
my wound becomes a smile
barely…

 

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3 Responses to Italian dinner

  1. Thank you so much, VictoriaJoDean!!!

  2. Jamie Dedes says:

    Enjoyed my visit here today, iuliia, and your breathtaking poems. Be well.

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