Beautiful Pasta

Where there is beauty
... there is pasta.

and patters of butter
... on angel wings.

Cheese and yolk
... here, there, everywhere.

Teeth cannot keep pace
with the gorging on keen
... milkened disguised
... cultured surprise.

Plate, let me lick you,
... before puppy gets you!

The palace floor is full of crumbs
... emptied stores after feast is done.

Pots cooled, leftovers to drool,
... after all night boil and fry.

Beautiful pasta in my belly
... till I lay on floor and cry.



Patrick Darnell