I lick the tip
of my fingers
watching that water boil,
and the oil
as it starts to simmer.
does it make you happy
that all our old fantasies
are unfurling
across my counter?
A bit of bicep
and a chunk of thigh
being peeled from saran wrap.
My mouth waters.
My sweet tooth
could only ever be quenched
by something rich as revenge.
I spill the spices
as my hands shake
in anticipation of the taste.