Love Fuming... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Love Fuming...



like lunch
at a time when temperature
rises,
you need an appetizer
chili for instance
that red hot one loved
by mexicans,

turns me red
all over
makes me feel
so alive

feeling like a
toro
my nostrils are
growing
smokes...

it is also the way
a poem is written

there is music in the
air
love is that perfume
in the room

and you are not alone.

Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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