baking love

as she stands in the kitchen

baking

covered in flour

and sugar,

the dust of the rolling

pin

everywhere.

old recipes

strew about by the wind

of her,

the oven on, beaming

with heat,

the chocolate chips

loose on the counter,

nuts and jams,

i want to grab her by the apron

and ravish her

with kisses.

but no, she says, not now,

8 more minutes.