Romanian and American Passion
We share a passion: Food.Our kitchen scintillates
with polenta that awaits,
until baked to perfection.
Like our blended lives,
Delicate hands have sliced
verdure until diced
into a sensuous stew.
He fries onions, garlic to
a patient shade of tan
adds spices to the pan
then rescues all . . .just in time.
Seminal migrant hands
patient with every
green leaf and savory
spice. The salad is tossed.
I await our shared passion.
A paper-thin phyllo dough
filled, wrapped in butter . . slow
bonding with gentle fingers.
His hands pulse as he serves me.
I take my first taste and moan.
We devour all with a groan.
Tomorrow we will dine American.
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