Cooking for two

fresh wheat bread -
crust broken and dipped -
in virgin olive oil
stirs the tongue of basil, lemon
and herbs, their garden of roses

this is the way he touches her -
thick buttermilk and minced shallots
curling the pan, inhaling poppy seeds
and mushroom, softening skin

this is the way she falls into him -
slowly melting, nose flaring in sensous
intake, white wine twining with sea salt, 
as his fingers knead and entice the aroma

of creamy white sauce, over cooked pasta 
crimping her hair in honeycombs,
waiting for the serving fork to twirl -
sprinkling of black pepper and parmesan cheese - 
his love - warm - on her lips


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Poetics - Foodloose ~ another food poem ~  
Shared with Poets United

~  A Happy Thanksgiving to all of my Canadian friends and readers ~ Happy long weekend ~  

picture credit:  Tagliatelle with Poppy Seeds and Prosciutto