[ thumb ]
Bite the tip of this greenchilli
seared my mouth and you
kissed me, grinned
"I don't taste anything,
it's only burning inside you."
inside, your white meat cooked, I add
a quarter teaspoon of haldi, half dhania,
kali mirch. learn something new.
sink your fingers into the heat,
whole pieces rip apart easily,
draw together the rice,
"how do I..."
let me show you.
Push it with my thumb, like this
sigh appreciatively.
lick my fingers clean.
lick my mouth dry.
I didn't bite through your skin,
notice you cut through my heart
till you held it up.
The niwaala,
like a prize, and say this
is delicious,
do you eat with your hands
all the time?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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