Since it's Valentine's Day, here's a poem from my new collection, DELETED NAMES (A Midsummer Night's Press):
RECIPE FOR LOVE
by Lawrence Schimel
I can never cook from a book:
all exact and impersonal measurements.
I need someone to show me,
step by step, how it's done.
I'm a lazy cook; I didn't begin
to experiment, to explore, until I was no longer cooking
only for myself.
Let's add a pinch
of this, we'll cook by taste, trying every while
what we're preparing. We'll feed
one another. If something's missing
Everything I know about cooking I learned from a friend
who told me: the secret to cooking is to never let
the food smell your fear.
It's also all I know about love.
Let's go into the kitchen
and I'll show you.