Pavlova

Waiting the bell rings, open the door to
His hugs and after work smells
Arm and arm on the sofa until
The oven clink

I eat, he eats the frikasse
Soupy, creamy, zesty German style

On the table after dinner
Using egg white and sugar in the mixer
Raspberry sauce and walnut

Delish whipped cream on top
Empty filling in the centre
So much like marshmallow
So much sweetness
Entirely white without
Resting for some minutes it becomes cold
To pour the sauce

Finally write poetry again after few days   absence. It’s a riddle for napowrimo prompt thirteen. My thirteenth poetry this month, fuih. 17 more poetry to write. 🙂

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