Coming near
and coming nearer
Ruby lips
stained with saffron wine
and frothing lust
Steaming pots and pans
are left to burble
bubbling
bubbling over
forgiving
forgiving us our inattention.
Her calloused hands
breaking bread,
enfolding loaves of me.
Turning me
and patting me,
encouraging me
down.
Down.
Kneeling before
my greening goddess
growing full.
Pastures I see
wrapping round
the hollow of her back
Grottos fringe
her plunging neck
Rivers run
running down
down her thighs
affording fjords
to ford.
Mingling, mingling,
mingling our ways home
Enchanted by
a wooden spoon.
Enchanted by
her cooking science
that is more than art
more than magic.
Bread crumbs forgotten.
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