Our Kitchen

My beloved,
You are a seductive stage artist,
With a thoughtfulness of a monk,
When you cook on this floor,
Your favourite recipes of cakes and bakes!

This moment is in it's frantic pitch,
With a sound of records in play!
Flowing taps and speaking vessels!
Flip flaps of fridge and  roar of a grinder!
Boiling love in pots!
And you seasoning romance with a lot of spices!

This moment cooks like crazy,
Butter cakes and chicken wings,
A lot of pleasure chemicals of taste into your brain!
And it breaks into a fresh night of dance,
A candle-lit dinner,
With lots of wine,
To keep the moral cravings numb,
And to play with an innocence,
Of a baby with his toy house in display!

Can I ever miss you on this floor,
That you make every tasty food!
We have tasted life with both,
A frugal cup of broth and a piece of bread
Or a rich meal of turkey to give a lot thanks!
Let us perch this floor,
With the beauty of courting birds in this spring!