Kitchen
I want to get you in my kitchen.
I want to talk to you while I
splash oil into the pan, slide
tomatoes off the cutting board and
lick my fingertip.
I want to lift you fresh rosemary
on the blade of a knife.
I want to offer you aromas,
colours, flavours, as they
go from ingredient to dinner,
as they change and blend.
I want to spin to reach down
something from a cupboard
with you in the room,
a source of gravity, a focus.
You can offer to help and
I can ask you to cut or peel,
crank out fresh pasta and
drop it in boiling water, or
(it doesn’t matter as long as you’re
in my kitchen) you can simply
sit and let me dance the meal, the
talk, the pan steaming,
the herbs, the dishes, the
two of us, just
get out of my living room and
come into my kitchen
© Kathryn Hunt