THE WAYS I WOULD COOK FOREVER
by Sam Silva
Rachel is the biggest brightest burning plasma
of flame in the gas stove we cook by
in her son Edgar’s Ocoa beach house
while the maid stands around
with a demitas cup
of that thick sweet coffee
in the rummy night
just after Christmas
and close to New Years
in that drunk thick foundation
of love which I found
in the swish red lips
of Rachel’s kiss
after such a celebrant meal
of fresh tuna soup
….things warm to the feel
….things warm to the hips
….in Spanish Tropical island bliss!