Spice of life

the silky peelings of onions,

crushed cloves of garlic

sizzles the pan of our evening

my treat, you say as your hands

caress the red and green bell peppers,

jalapeno and spice waffling kitchen nook

i smile at your dash of zest

whilst kneading the dough pie, soft and moist

swirling dust in bowl of white ceramic

my hands sugar the air of our

conversation, a dash of chocolate in a mix,

makes you stop and kiss my powdery lips

as olive oil tenders the chicken breasts,

leisurely your hand measures a cup, 

heady brew of herbs and crimson sauces

steaming air envelops oven hearth

as fresh vegetables and flavored meat entwine,

melting butter in crusty french bread

we savor slow cooking time,

the fruits of long companionship: soft, light
as whipped cream over layered English trifle

filling our insides with warming cheer
soon, my lime sprayed apron slips away

as eager hand peppers and seasons the dish

with a flourish, you pour the spicy hot

dish on wide moon platter, asking me casually,

"what do you think?"

grabbing wine glasses, i look at your steady hands,
and with a practiced expression, i say,     

"delicious."

and it still is.

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OLN - Monday

and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight  - every Tuesday at 3pm EST

I wrote this last year as a prose, inspired by reading through Brian Miller's archives.  After  some editing with the ending, I thought of sharing this as hubby and I are celebrating our personal milestone this weekend.   Cheers ~ 

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