Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Paella



Paella
Door opened
Almond eyes welcomed
While darkness Beckoned
With saffron smile
Just a hint

Paella

A dish
Simple in elegance
Exquisite in smell
Unashamed
Calling to partake
To eat
To dance
To live
To…

Paella

Held in hands
History hearkened
Future unknown
But the present
The present
Burned fierce

Paella

“Well it’s not really Paella”
Demure grin
Accompanied downward glance
Hands
That wanted nothing more
Than to cup a tender chin
As thumbs gentle trace
Lightly caressed cheek
Reached for this gift of grace
As his eyes already
Began to devour

Paella

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