Benicia Love Poem: Love In The Kitchen

Love In The Kitchen by Joel Fallon

She is nimble in the kitchen
preparing early dinner.
Sugar, half teaspoon in the wooden bowl,
to diffuse the clove of garlic rubbed in circles
in the bowl.

Her apron says “KISS THE COOK.”
I long to do so.
The salad comes together
magically.

Apron and light dress do not conceal the
fluid movement nor mask the beauty of her form.
We sip a glass of plonk.

She prepares tomato sauce with speed and grace.
Bringing water to a boil, she adds oil and a pinch of salt
then the pasta.

There is a sheen on her forehead.
She smiles and removes the garlic bread
from the oven.

I am undone and love her.
I’ve acquired an appetite and can’t bear
to sit here much longer without
eating her spaghetti
straps.