Spiced

my aching heart has been made clean.
the sour seeds scooped out with a used spoon.
in the cauldron of healing,
my heart is warmed within your care,
and it grows soft and tender
as it is swirled about with each affectionate stir.

you add fillets of friendship first,
and then you share pieces of your minced past
and the vast array of flavors of your future
with my bubbling core.

my heart is spiced with enchantment,
for the bouillon cubes of curiosity,
have caused the iron pot to boil over,
feeding the wild flame.

you fold in slices of patience,
a puree of acceptance,
and morsels of grace,
all of which season my heart,
making the broth one of real beauty.

as time goes on
and more and more
ingredients are added,
you drop in your own heart.
the flavors meld together
and our hearts melt.

the aroma is made zesty by an embrace.
the texture, made smooth and rich by each whispered word.
the flavor made hot with each lingering kiss.

is it possible
that through this frankenstein Love
we have tasted Heaven?