the gift
(the second of a series of food poems)

a snowy night
here is the white box holding the chef's gift to his girlfriend
in the background, the unlikely scent of white lilacs
(their dark eyes meet
hands touch when he presents it to her)
it is opened by she
ladyfingers soaked in espresso and coffee-scented liqueur
between layers of creamy sweetened marscarpone cheese
swimming in zabaglione rich with eggs & marsala
topped with whipped cream, fresh raspberries
a light dusting of cocoa:
she has no way to doubt his love for her now

All writing contained in this website 1998-2005 by Betty A. Parker