posted by Jamila
Some property of European chocolate causes it to melt faster, such that it is apparent on clothing, table tops, bedsheets and noses.
My life is a trail of smudged cioccolato.

A glutton trail, a child's tale, sweet reminisces smeared at the end of the day.
Night's giggle fits gone cioccolato drifts.

Sugar highs and staining sighs.
Sweet tooth snuggling in cioccolato sheets.
Labels: cuisine, EUROPE, FLORENCE, ITALY, poetry
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