i like the way she
puts the array of food
in utter simplicity
accented
by a single light
bulb
the one that
is not so bright
not so glaring
for
glare is the last
element
that we both
do not need
just one red rose
on a very slender
crystal clear
vase
just a bud
tight lipped
and a dew
sparkling
like a tear
on this
lonely night
just one pizza
mushroom
and mozzarella
and some
red slices
of tomatoes
and onions
the white
circular ones
like a little
universe
with the bulb
as sun
and the spices
as planets
and here we
are
holding on to
each other
like god and goddess
in the little
kingdom of our
simple affections
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem