Death With Limes and Chives

When we repeat, when we repeat

our nightly ritual of JalapeƱo Salsa

making DOOM lose its power

seeing our death with Limes and Chives

whether it is the garlic that keeps our seat

upon our tongue a multi-layered Samba

terminal, without a cure

one of us will end up at old dives

when upon our soul hits the heavy chili

a memory of the divinity to chop

fine all the details a flavor, a spice

fresh from the ground far from death

your touch was not timid of our immortality

it seemed time provided the best crops

a lifetime to build trust and entice

the moment the spice takes away our breath

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Aditya Fajar 10 months ago from jakarta

Good picture

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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas

Interesting. Was someone poisoned, I wonder?

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Frank Atanacio 10 months ago from Shelton

the words do wrap you into the pictures you post alongside them

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jhamann 10 months ago from Reno NV Author

Thank you for your kind words. Interesting about the poison shanmarie I always like to look at my poetry from a new light. Jamie

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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas

What can I say? I'm an odd one! LOL

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BlossomSB 10 months ago from Victoria, Australia

An interesting and well-composed poem. Enjoyed seeing the Shakespeare book in the first image - it's his 400th anniversary this year. Not sure, but I imagine it will be celebrated on Shakespeare Day, today, 23rd April, I think.

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jhamann 9 months ago from Reno NV Author

Thank you BlossomSB, it is such a pleasure to hear from you. I hope you are well. Jamie

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