Passion

Between sangria and bouillabaisse

an hour of fruit enjoyment

tipsy searching

between big pieces of fish

after some soup

summering

and later on the ice

sliced in a cup

you hardly can oversee

I’m alive and kicking

around the main dish

of course it’s called love

and served with

Breton clams

so little so good

and above all

that I may and I can

eat with my hands and

slurp without shame.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere