Two ripened onion blossoms
flavor the late evening feast
succulent
Turning in well oiled hands
a chef who loves his work
an edible orchestra, complex rhythms
hands at work
light misty sweat
The fruit dances
upon his palette
knowledge meets action entangles passion
A red wine
a late harvest
abundance in a fevered pitch
like a fiesta
the meal overpowering
the consumed consumes the served
nothing left
but sleep, peace
contentment