Seeing You

  • I wrote this as a short paragraph, but decided to break it up into a little free verse poem. Hope you enjoy it. The beginning of autumn always gives me more time to write.

baking

Seeing you
in the kitchen slicing apples,
kneading dough,
wiping your flour-dusted hands on the back
of your jeans, dress, or skirt—why shouldn’t I?
Hips, food, the cornucopia
of your spine. I only meant to steal a kiss. Granted:
It’s humid, morning, August.
What’s more innocent than pastries for an afternoon?
Why shouldn’t there be
flour on your hips?
Why shouldn’t you wear an apron with nothing
underneath? The little balls of dough
sit on a buttered sheet— two rows of six.
You’ve sliced
apple rings to fill the holes:
butter, cinnamon and brown sugar.
The crime is your little cry of surprise,
when I grip your hair,
the counter top’s edge, and the little push
at the small of your back that makes you arch, part
your legs and rise
to the tips of your toes. But don’t stop.
Is there anything more beautiful? A woman’s thumbs
pressing into pastries
while her lover
opens, rises into, and fills her womb? The sweet
cry. The tart expression. The air sprinkled
with your little exclamations.
Forgive me.
You’re so buttery smooth inside.
So warm
this morning. Forgive what I put into you,
what I fill you with, to bake in you while you bake pastries.
I only meant to steal
a kiss.

Will Crimson | September 6 2017

Latest Comments

  1. Whippoorwill says:

    Like like like…! :)

  2. vanillamom says:

    Love. This. Tons.

    I was baking this morning myself…

    ‘nilla

  3. Cille says:

    And suddenly I want to make pastries… love this 💜

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