Lesson in the kitchen
Oct 14, 2020
Slow spirals, gentle pressure, turn the heat up. Oil the edges.
It’s firming up as we kiss. One minute only; we can’t let it burn.
Turn away, a flick of the wrist, turn the heat down.
I’ve only just stepped into the forest of your eyes and already I’m lost, my breadcrumbs disappeared. I find my way back by the scent of dosas browning on the stove.
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