FAMISHED FOR YOUR LOVE

Missing you,

sets my tinnitus on fire.

I hunger for your presence.

Stars have twinkled-out,

in a black and blue sky.

Montepulciano shimmers

in my Baccarat wine glass.

I savor the lingering taste

of your buffalo mozzarella.

Without you,

no meat in the braciole,

no pecorino Romano

roiling my taste buds

as fine as your scent,

a perfume, that no chemical

wizardry can ever replicate.

Why did you leave me?

Where are you now?