Entranced by the elegance
I found amidst these shelves
I stand burrated:
Your beet-rooted servant
Who contemplates the promise
Of a kimchi smile.
Let’s picnic now!
I long to dance the tapenade with you
Clink glasses at the golden hour
Sip Miraval
And partner with appropriate toasts,
Beachcomb for salt and seaweed
To crust and bake our love;
Let’s merge like tagliata
And rocket parmesan,
Before the blowtorch sun retreats
To burn the sugar and so hide
The cream of deep affection.
*From the collection: Brand New Poetry
