A new year with you There is the smell of incense. My love, You warm me I watch the I cherish your silence
a splendid meal
Are you a deity or
my love with a match
you infuse my spirit.
May the spirits approve
without wool
though you are
the salt of
my stew
lips of your chatter
because chili is hot
like you, but
when you are pleased
with the lust of our conversation
when we are
a revelation of one,
the laugh of agreement
the bliss of the giggle
a kiss
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)