Cookies prepared with love – K.B

Cookies prepared with love

 

 
The loving
Hand
Had to
Massage
The dough,
Then had
To drip
Chocolate
Sprinkles,
Add the sugar,
Prepare the
Floor,
Drop the
Eggs,
Pour some
Water,
And start
Massaging
The whole
Thing.

It was a
Beautiful
Afternoon,

The sun lazily
Let his last
Rays
On the tender
Skin,
All to It,
Available
For his caress.

The soul
Started
To ease
Down,

The mellow
Air
Was full
Of music,

Lifting
A chord
With each
Passing
Breeze,

Talks
Were humming,
Were hushed
And seemingly
Unnoticable.

That’s what
Happens
When love
Is in the air,

Stick
With your
Crew
And
Retreat
Against
All odds
When you
Feel the need
To,

When the ship
Of friendship
On which
You embarked
Is meeting
Banks of sand,

Turning
The whole
Thing
To fiendship,
To shit.

Yeah,
They
Sometimes
Drop bombs,
Middle aged
And provocative
Women
With a « criminal »
Record of lousy
Fucks and constant
Unsolvable drunkenness.

Yeah, they sometimes
Drop bombs
To blow the whole
Thing up,
Patient sewing
Of privileged
Talks in my bar,

The « Nice bar ».

 

 
K.B

 

 
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