March 14, 2005
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My Italian Girl
You are my penne
My ziti
My love rigatoni
Entwine me
In your spaghetti
Let me peek through
Tubetti, into your world
My fingers caress
Your eliche curles
As we snuggle together
Like gemelli
Warm and clinging
Like twins of the heart
Orecchiette so dainty
A nose like lumache
Lips of lumaconi
Blowing cochiglie kisses
As I return anelli
Of my own
Capelli di angelo
You are the source
The very angel herself
In streams
Of tagliarini
Or tagliatelle
You float down to my side
Bucatini, though so far
From basic
A fettuccine enmeshment
Comfortable
And satisfying
You are the farfalle
That makes my macaroni
Less ordinary
Let me add you
To fusilli
And make of you
A dish so sweet
Let me caress
Your vermicelli skin
As I cover you
And fold you
Into the loving
Ingredients
Of my embrace
My fine little
Al dente
Italian girl
Comments (10)
Oh no… Love means the end! There is just plain no such thing as a poet in love – it just ruins it!
I think love and nourishment do merge
for love is the nourishment of our soul
and when it is lacking in our lives so is the
fullness that makes our life meaningful…
Andreas,
I absolutely adore this! I love pasta way more than any normal person ought to. I can’t tell you how this made me smile. Bravo!
With ziti,
Stacey
firstly, you made me hungry.
secondly, this is SO COOL, OH MY LORD.
thirdly, you’ve impressed me with your pasta knowledge.
now, this made me think of this song i just heard — but only because i hate the song and i think you should give r. kelly some tips on how to integrate foodstuffs into his lyrics, because he can’t sound nearly as clever, heartfelt, or intelligent as you!
“girl you’re in the kitchen, cooking me a meal,
something makes me wanna come in there and get a feel-
walk around in your t-shirt, nothing else on,
strutting past, switching that ass while i’m on the phone
cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
girl, you look so sexy while you’re doing the damn thang…”
so just know that you’ve got QUITE a way with words, far better than this dude, and you’ve given me true hope that there is a place for the kitchen in real writing too.
: D but really, i love it. bravo!
Wow! A meal fit for a king. Wonderful simle. Italian foods are def the most romantic.
love the imagery, the whole thing in fact! found you via Bald Mike and definitely will come to visit again
This is soooo good.
I’ve got the biggest smile. You sure know your pasta’s don’t you?
Yes, it is true, you found out, I’m nothing but parts, jumbled and disheveled. And flat! I’m like a cartoon character. I can lay down and slide under doors. All my parts need super glue just to form an entire person.
I can run off a cliff like wiley coyote and survive too!
~lisa
dude am i allowed to say this is “cute?”
well it is and good, way to stick with your theme the whole way through. i’ll agree with lisa, made me smile, and run to the fridge
~s
My husband loves my chameleon ways. He will every now and then pull out our photo albums starting with when we met and revisit all of his “lisa’s”. My hair has been ultra short, short, inbetween, long, straight, wavy, curly, crimped, clipped, snipped, blonde, red, brunette, almost black, white blonde, streaked, permed, tied, twisted, bent and spiked.
He claims to have loved every style.
He is actually very observant. He’s always the first to notice a new style, even before my daughter and she watches me like a hawk.
You were right, he is the most patient and accepting person I know. I think how I always run off to see Dylan concerts. And although he has also gone on trips with his brother to see concerts, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney a few times. I don’t know if I’d be as accepting if it was a female artist he was chasing around the globe. I like to think I’d be okay with it but, by concert three or four, I’d be like: oooookkkkaaaaayyyyy.
We’ve been married 15 years so we know each other very very well. I suppose the length of time doesn’t really matter though. I know people who’ve been married 17 years and never do anything together. Never have. I have a neighbor whose been married 19 years and she can’t tell me one simple thing about her husband. It shocks me. For example if we go shopping together, I’ll say: Does Dave like these types of shirts? And she shrugs. Or I say: Would Dave care if we did this or that? And she’s like: I don’t know. I’d have to ask him.
I think our relationship is unique. Every couple we know or every girlfriend I have all say the same thing: You guys have the most incredible marriage.
We get along. We don’t bicker. Like the saying goes: We don’t sweat the small stuff. We disagree but neither one of us is stubborn so we don’t fight til the bitter end. Most times we just agree to disagree then say: So, want to rent a movie?
I hope you and your Italian girl can have the best relationship too. I mean, why wouldn’t you, it’s you afterall! Musician, poet, all around great guy.
~lisa
I feel so delicious whenever I read this……that lumache thing….is is like “Schneckchen”?
Ok, now I’m getting totally carried away…..