Push-over dough
wants only to please you,
strokes chrome machine teeth,
spreads skinny ribbons of pasta.

My wooden cooking spoon
whispers flirtatiously
to waiting hunger,
chases tender mushrooms,
erotic garlic
through shimmering oil.

I invite appetite
to pull up a chair,
settle in and feast
at my bounteous table.

Thick tomato sauce
crooks a beckoning finger,
simmers with oregano,
wears the scent
of promiscuous basil.


c2000 by Jennifer Lagier