midnight linguini
napkin notes
magical markets
kisses upon your bitsy tiny pinky nail
and taste taste TASTE tests
dissolve into splinters of wood on your kitchen floor...
all you can do
is sweep up the fragments
rehang the lovely words
adorn your snowflake chain with twigs of fir
breathe in this metallic, early winter moment
and twirl and twirl and twirl
loveloveloveandlight...
xxa
Ari,
ReplyDeleteOh Beirut....
I love love love Beirut and this song!
Thanks for posting. It is warming up this snowy Monday morning.
And what a poem.
xxx