She Thinks of You
While Cooking
It’s the crescent of the body,
a relief, the way to yield
across the kitchen table,
the way body becomes
vulnerable, soft indentions into
wood.
With our reflexes, we become
tasteless
in all our desires in the wait;
she finds you in the fragrance,
and creates a marriage—
the lemon, oil, and the pepper.
This is the
nature of all fruit,
The offering, the
submission of their only flowers,
an exotic display,
a culinary play
narrated daily by
the heavens.
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