You; Me- A Short Poem

​By: Dechen Tamang

​Elderberry wine
Tints my lips
And a flush is already
Spreading across
My pale cheeks
I unclench my jaw
And words fall from them
And land over the countertop,
Glittering like gold and fresh coffee
Your eyes twinkle with mirth
I carry stars
Within my fists
That threaten to spill over
You smile
And I want to hand all of them to you
But I can’t so instead,
Poetry falls from my lips
They roll off my tongue
Like soft butter
Your smile grows wider
And it makes me want to
Bake amortentia pies
And caramelize my metaphors just so I want to
Dress you up
In gold metaphors
And paint you
With a glaze of soft comfort
I want to
Show off
The way the sunset
Paints you golden with brown honey butter
The way sugar coats everything you say
The way diamonds shimmer in your eyes
The way you make it
So effortless for me
To write poems
Cooking is a process
That requires attention and love and time
Writing is a process
That requires attention and love and time
And the soft sugary laugh of yours
Makes me melt into a poet
A fool in love
​And a chef
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