If you do not take into account surprise,
You can feel the spice of liqueur and cherry.
Thoughts about something distant and not necessarily necessary,
Somewhere thoughtfulness licks off cream and powder.
The edges of the paper draw the soaking of the dough.
This wealth is eaten without unnecessary witnesses.
So that delight and dreaminess hide in a groan, a half-smile, in readings of passion and color.
I do not like sweets, I do not regret, I do not believe.
Sweets are hidden in the folds, the carelessness of summer.
The cherry on top and the cream - I leave "for later".
And I never regret it.. about it...

Canvas. Oil.
40x60 June 2024