foodverses
foodverses:

Cento for Jovitas Surrounded by coming and going aromas,cinnamon eyes celebrate.A marriage of substances—they are this night, this music. Slime sparkles in the pool— in the streetspapers and leaves are chasedwith resentment. Kiwi begins to shine and throb—the juice unsullied and glazed. I love you like the sharp tangof fermentation, like blissful pulp,oozing, bittersweet. We linger after dinner, vaguelytalking— spellboundby the intermittent noise of dishes. (Lines from: Ramón López Velarde, Víctor Terán, Coral Bracho and Octavio Paz)

foodverses:

Cento for Jovitas
 
Surrounded by coming and going aromas,
cinnamon eyes celebrate.
A marriage of substances—
they are this night, this music.
 
Slime sparkles in the pool— in the streets
papers and leaves are chased
with resentment.
 
Kiwi begins to shine and throb—
the juice unsullied and glazed.
 
I love you like the sharp tang
of fermentation, like blissful pulp,
oozing, bittersweet.
 
We linger after dinner, vaguely
talking— spellbound
by the intermittent noise of dishes.
 
(Lines from: Ramón López Velarde, Víctor Terán, Coral Bracho and Octavio Paz)

foodverses
foodverses:

Elizabeth Street Cafe
It was all pink bubbles—evening forgets troubles, sometimesthey dissolve in his eyes. Noodles twirl between rhymes like strandsof stray hair in her hands. Hot broth warms, the crowd stands and waits,a chef perfects his plates.A macaroon creates surprise,beautiful in bite size— nutty flavors reprise and shine.The finale divine—a glass of rosé wine doubles.

foodverses:

Elizabeth Street Cafe

It was all pink bubbles—
evening forgets troubles, sometimes
they dissolve in his eyes.
Noodles twirl between rhymes like strands
of stray hair in her hands.
Hot broth warms, the crowd stands and waits,
a chef perfects his plates.
A macaroon creates surprise,
beautiful in bite size—
nutty flavors reprise and shine.
The finale divine—
a glass of rosé wine doubles.