I love you oven, dear
your fiery-playful flames,
your sudden upward sparkles
slowly cooking all around
those Italian lighting-flames.
There's a more potent smell:
eyes lower.
A mouth hungers.
Lids almost open.
My casserole is aglow.
Based on Tyuchetv's I love your eyes. The work of a genius which I have blatantly bastardized.
Where to Eat… Greek Food in Amsterdam
4 weeks ago
1 comments:
Mooi gedicht hoor ;)
Volgens mij verdient je oven dat ook wel, als ik zie wat voor moois je d'r mee maakt !
x R
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