Marmalade (sp|k|thr)ill kitchen

Clean dishes and streak-less linoleum
Bless these quite times, yellow soap
Creates foam and engulfs grime
A thought crime to make a mess
While tongues savor the warm vice
Salt jumps and quickly covers
A passion moment’s makes a clarity
The spectacle of jumping oil drained,

Do you remember the first time
Lifting a spoon into a hot plate
While tongues savor the warm vice
Temperatures exquisite and aloof
Earnest waiting and sharing palate
Table housed a structure
Common utensils, composition vulgar
A community space holds its tongue