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About This Poem
Ode to my kitchen
There is a place
No, rather, a sanctuary
Where I go to find solace
Its surfaces welcome me
Handles, jars, spoons and boxes
All lovingly placed, by me
I know you better than all of them
Only I know exactly where everything is
And where everything goes
I know your secrets
And you know mine
Yes, you know quite a few of mine, don't you?
A temple of endless comfort
Bad dreams and bad days bring me to you
To indulge when I should not
And to nourish when I need
I adore the sweet sounds
Of your bubbling metal pots
The enticing things we create, together
Scents that warm the other jealous rooms
But when I'm here, with you, in your little chair
Staring at the little plant in the window
The soft light of the lamp on the counter at 3 AM
The sound of water running into my glass
In this moment, I want for no other room to have me
And will have none but you
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