Don't you just love the word 'albóndigas'? It's so much fun to say. Like tumbling over a chair, or rolling, divaricating over little boulders, Tiny, meaty ones Slathered in rich, tomato sauce.
Tall, lengthy, rigid, robust Core strength, standing to attention From flax-coloured furry foot to wild, but styled, salt-surfer tufts. The water drips upon your flesh And I run my hand along your extent Like a spine, Palming-off crushed grains of earth. Clad in fine pyjama-striped, feint and delicate green Bound together with close, sturdy seams… Continue reading Trois Poireaux.
Orange peel, dimpled An awakening mist of essential oil Feathered veins of fibre flesh. Tear apart jellied segments, Fingertips bright, citrus-perfumed.