I dangle,
oozing slowly,
A golden flutter
on the lip of a spoon.
Pungent steam curls up—
fascination grows
as his leaves unfurl
in the heat.
He waits, smoldering—
while I stretch—
delighting in the slow tease
of gravity’s coaxing.
I begin to melt,
watching him swirl
beneath the surface,
trying not to ripple.
I dissolve into him—
gasp—
disappearing
into his depth.
Stirred by our passions,
we become renewed,
a blend of sweetness, warmth,
and quiet strength.