Analysis of Hunger

She dances with the stove when she cooks, she waltzes as she creates
and tastes
and revises, twirling through
the kitchen and adding some basil, some oregano
until I can taste it
she adds this and that, closing her eyes when she tests
her hypotheses
The kitchen spins around her making me dizzy
but I can’t take my eyes
away from her form, glued to the spot
where she creates art and passion and hunger.

We dine for hours and hours.