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Kitchen Music
saffron powder the laden strands
dye your hands
the richness of colour without taste'¦
we streak our bodies
on the sunlight
this dancing patch'¦
we find cinnamon for our mouths
burn our tongues with jabaƱeros
leaf, through epidermal lines'¦
and lick, and lick, and lick,
the wounds of the bound flesh
at the base of your wrist'¦
besitos on an accordion stick
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| Such great poetic devices, and the idea of cooking, or at least, kitchen spices and foods, is really interesting when tied with romance. This seemed really sensual to me, and I loved it. |
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Comment by: U.V.RAY - 2007-05-08 10:15
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| Hmm. Interesting piece. I am not quite understanding the meaning, personally. But I'm leaning towards liking it for some mysterious reason that lies beyond conscious thought. I like the essence. |
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