The beautiful scent of spices

Light up my dreary kitchen 

As you make love to the ingredients

Cloves, cinnamon, cardamom

The sizzle of oil, and the electricity

in our mouths, reflect each other

like infinite mirrors.



Furious love-making cannot occur

after a meal, we are told 

So we sit across each other, 

And gulp each other down

in the likeness created of heated touch.