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lover / beloved
doesn’t there always
have to be one of each?
(tonight) a slight shift
subtle as a fine mist of rain
that seeps through the screens
and soaks my back –
a shift in how his eyes follow me
as I stand at the stove
stirring the hollandaise sauce
a shift
in how he watches
as I lay down the plates
as though I was some powerful sorceress
while the creamy citrine sauce
steams in the air around us
like a darkly woven spell
the lilacs, cool
and disappointingly odourless
open in the warmth -
the heat that follows lovemaking
now releases a heady purple scent -
that scent of flowers that bloom fleetingly
and once only
hands tasting of butter and lemon
his movemement sets off
another shift of desire
that leaves me, as always
the one
wanting more
Hollandaise Sauce
©crisstiena
Honorable mention
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