fioritura

free to roam
through the chambers
of my mind,
thoughts mix
antagonistically,
deriving one from another,
black and white
like jazz themes
melting piano keys
into one perfectly fluid
evening,
smelling like comfiture of
words and rhythm,
sweetly stained by
a single mole-like
spot of chocolate
in the corner of a
Mona Lisa mouth,
proof enough
that the entire sine is
above ground zero
and that there is always room
for a love-flavored
cocktail of seconds

 

 

 

© Liliana Negoi

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One Response to “fioritura”
  1. granbee says:

    Lili, these lines “smelling like comfiture of words and rhythm” are in the exact center of your poem here, the EXACT correct spot for them. So masterfully did you compose this poem that all our senses are focuses in upon, and then away from, those two lines. Yes, oh, yes, thank goodness there is always room for more love. This world was created in such away that it can encompass infinite amounts of love on a finite planet. NOT an oxymoron!

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