yum sauce

she saw
as I drift in
I wanted to get
the cinnamon in my nostrils
and another taste
of the duck that was
roasted and baked right here
I can admire the
fumes rising off the yams
and sweet potato with garlic onion
another bit of chicken broth
this pinch of fresh basil
and cheese, aged and smoked,
like your hug
like the slow stew peppers, hot,
a green leaf to set off
that plate of a palate chase
our desire
is a mix of recipe
and instinct
we mesh together
and baste
our tenderness accordingly…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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