The Baker And The Bread~

~a dreaming Manhattan dawn~

This girl

a  slight lavender  presence

whisper of a cashmere scarf 

around a long fluted neck

cocoa shadow in line with her cat eyes

confectionaries’ sugar on her glossed lips

plump little pout a sorbet crisp

each morning

this chiffon girl

with long fingers playing the little bell above the door

brushed her wasp waisted presence

through

from her world into his

and painted his unassuming sphere

with hip huggers

little black leather jacket

the  skin in brief crescent

between her waist

and the hollow of the spine

offering hint of tattoo wings in violet and black

her pupils slowly contracting

on another night spent in naked ardor

 

Dawn became a pleasure for the baker

a sweet sabayon

his hands a sweep to Dino filling the old bakery with That’s Amore

glazing biscuit tops with butter

her smile

her laugh

strong white teeth biting deep into his devotion

baked into a sweet roll

dusted with powdered sugar

 

What a quiet man

what an unassuming man

white baker's apron hair dusted with flour

she wondered sometimes

would he smile

if she were to reach across the counter

and draw a heart  in the flour on his cheek

but she just showed him dimples

the clock in gold

blinking 4am;

she was always the first

and he always had ready

a particular sweet to feed her

with her coffee

 

In this world

he is the Baker

in this world

she is the Bread

a quiet moment

a girl with marzipan smile

and  a man wonders what taste the jelly would take

were he to lean across the counter

to kiss it from the corner of her mouth

and every day he wipes the notion from his brow

with her little girl smile over a woman shoulder

the bell above the door ringing

the choux paste giving itself over to his expert hands

waiting to be made into eclairs

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~sabayon is a foamy dessert or sauce made of egg yolks whipped with wine or liqueur~
~choux paste is a paste used to make éclairs and cream puff~

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' and every day he wipes the notion from his brow
with her little girl smile over a woman shoulder
the bell above the door ringing
the choux paste giving itself over to his expert hands
waiting to be made into eclairs '

as always a gem, as always words written in a exotic, erotic manner that stirs every heart that reads it ..

[Jae]

wonderful imagery! i really loved reading this! it was epic and i love double meaning!! great write!!1

~Rem

[...]

. ah, i so wish it didn't matter ... who was who ... your words speak to me at so many levels ... and oh how alive these images are ... very intricate ... the attention to detail in your words is always inspiring beyond measure ...

[The Cougar's Den]

I do love double meanings, especially such delicious subtleties....expertly done, I might add.

and a man wonders what taste the jelly would take
were he to lean across the counter
to kiss it from the corner of her mouth
and every day he wipes the notion from his brow

I think this might be my favorite passage, but then again, it could be just that I think those same thoughts some times....;)

[Maurice]

Deliciously descriptive!

[FireWoman]

In my world, baking equals love =)

A man baking such tasty treats equals sexy!!

[Geralyn Miller]

You have given us a delicate confection to feasr upon; a delicious froth of the poet's art as nourishing to the spirit as the baker's art is to the body.
Ps I am not crazy about making sabayons; but I love working with choux paste, it is funny to see the look on the face's of those who do not cook when you whip out a saujcepan to make eclairs!

[Michael X]

you take a scene straight from france, or a similar romantic country, a lil
nook somewhere off the beaten path, i love the way your words
transport the reader to another place and time and deliver a masterful
composition of romance and chemistry, it's a delight that you share
your brilliant poetry with the cafe. this is sweet, yummy, delicious talent

[Larry Dyson]

YES ON THE PASTRIES i M SOMEWHAT cAJUN.....and I love this part
"...a man wonders what taste the jelly would take
were he to lean across the counter
to kiss it from the corner of her mouth
and every day he wipes the notion from his brow"

sadly or poeticaly romeoestic...notion dies before it is expressed..

[My Fair Lady]

ah... I love bakers! There is sensuality and creativity in the hands of a baker. You have used beautiful terminology to combine the world of baking and poetry. Fantastic.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

I wish I had ate breakfast before I read this, cause honestly once you started talking food that's all I could think about. Everything sounds so delicious....

You have an aura about you that extends to your writing, everything you write is so good. I wish I had that talent. A simple flirtatious love story over dessert is something made so beautiful because you decided to put pen to paper. I hope that I can write something half as beautiful.

Always,

Matthew