I picture you
in a cafe
on the square
and eating cake.
I picture me
a crumb or two
from the edge
of your perfect lips.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo by Przemyslaw Chola
Posted by Romantic Dominant on April 19, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life
Tags: Crumbs, desire, poetry, Przemyslav Chola, relationships, romantic dominant, writing
April 19, 2016 at 9:50 pm
Smiles. What a delightful image…
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April 20, 2016 at 9:01 am
Smiles. Thank you
April 19, 2016 at 10:16 pm
Smiles. Indeed so.
April 20, 2016 at 2:18 pm
I love the title, kissing crumbs, perfection. And the painting, makes me want a cup of coffee in that cafe…and a piece of cake. Hmmmm…now what kind of cake…..
April 20, 2016 at 5:35 pm
I will let you choose the cake. In a number of other areas I offer no choice. Smiles. I am glad you enjoyed.
April 20, 2016 at 6:58 pm
Ha Ha. I have no doubt about that. Although I would offer that we always have a choice…it is simply a matter of discipline, I mean consequences. 😉
April 20, 2016 at 7:00 pm
Smiling. Always a choice. One choice is giving up your right to a choice.
April 21, 2016 at 2:48 pm
If I were the woman sitting in the cafe, I would choose carrot cake. A favorite of man and would be so delicate and savory in your mouth after kissing the crumbs away. And there would be many crumbs.
April 21, 2016 at 7:01 pm
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