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
inside:
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:
tiramisu
she has no way to doubt his love for her now


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

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