you walked into my dream,
and breathed your words
into the hollow of my heart,
saying, “Bread…woman…bread.”
.
Bread
scent of almonds
and rum,
flecks of flour
spinning
in a sunbeam.
.
olive skinned men
with oiled hair,
garbed in white,
punch the dough
and slap it down.
.
Confections
in the shape
of a half moon,
augmenting
the magic
of black beads.
.
you and I,
ripe reeds
winnowing
our dreams
to the sky.
.
i will bloom
beside you in being,
and go down with you in death
to be reborn as earth.
.
it is not the kneading
or the kneeling
that brings my heart to life,
but words
stirring my depths
carried on the whisper
of your breath.
.
and you said,
“Bread… woman…bread.”
.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Flour and Hands
this is sublime! simply exquisite! thank you for sharing, my friend
✌peace
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You are welcome. All over the world…humans need bread and love. Blessings.
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bread and love … 👍✊✌
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☺
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I love.!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully put
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Thank you Derrick.
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Always love your descriptives Maria!
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Thank you Rob!
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You’re welcome!
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☺
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Surprisingly erotic– must be the Italian blood in me!
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I suppose it is. Storgia, philia, agape, and eros combined (C.S. Lewis)…the totality of the universe mirrored in the human capacity for loving expression. That is the meaning of Genesis…Adam and Eve…communion, the bread of life. True power is relational and generative on many levels. Wow…your comment truly inspired! Bless you!
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Excellent!
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Oh and it’s the Italian in me as well sister!☺
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Gosh. I can smell it.
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When I was about three years old, I watched Italian bakers kneading bread and preparing rum cake. Sun was streaming through the windows and the flecks of flour were spinning. The owner knew my grandmother and she always had a mezza luna cookie for me. The smell of sugar, bread cooking, and almonds was the best fragrance in the world! I hope you are doing well Elaine.
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Now you are making me hungry.
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I still love the smell of sugar, almonds, rum, and aftershave. ☺
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This is beautiful Maria!
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I appreciate your comment. Thank you!
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Thank you for reblogging my poetry.
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