Acqua Sporca

I learned to steal
a moment of daily happiness
from a potent portion
filled with bloodboiling passion
velvet dark and strong
silky crema floating on top

How could you
break its perfection
with inflation through dilution
and try to convince me
that’s a revolutional innovation

I Am One of Us

The Living Poetry May visual prompt

They are puzzled about me

An eccentric nerd
buries herself in books
walks in summer storm
stares at the sky for hours

A sore thumb
stands out in small talks
unable to pick up social cues
receives no offense of sarcasm

I am told that
I am the eighth colour
of the rainbow
I am just as beautiful
as all the other flowers
in the field

Coffee Beans

I sat on the shelf
of your pantry
in full body aroma
There was no comparison
to all other shapes and scents
I thought
I was so special

I sat idly by
let the prime
of my youth
go stale
not knowing
why
watching you
sip cups of teas

Red – The Colour Collection

The wedding guests
left with bloated guts
and wobbly legs

In a change of mood
the sky dims
from violet pink
to vermilion

The newlyweds sit
facing each other
in the shadow of
a pair of carmine candles
The wax is melting
like scarlet tears

His callus fingers
irritate her cherry cheeks
turning them into
the colour of sour wine

Before the moon
lends her pity
her ruby lassie dream
is overpowered
by a wave of
metalic crimson