Italian dinner

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

6 thoughts on “Italian dinner

  1. iulia gherghei Post author

    This title is only a memory bootstrap to remember me that I wrote the poem for an Italian friend and her picture of an extraordinary sunset…. Thank you, lokesh roy!

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