Poeta Doctus

she was coming for supper

he sliced two fresh avocado

egg yolk lemon wedge squeeze dribble

& dill then olive oil drizzled in & whisked

sauced over slices fanned out

over one side of the plate the other

halved boiled little new pink potatoes

tossed in chopped purple onion

grape seed oil red wine vinegar

 & a tsp Dijon

the main dish cubed pears

eggplant Szechwan  marinated firm tofu

chopped celery & ground ginger

sautéed in olive oil with a drop of sesame

dripped in for a hint of the Orient

a big bottle of Uncle Ben’s

Sweet Soy Sauce dumped on

all served on Shanghai noodles

he wore his nicest apron

but no pants having plucked

each fine wiry glossy black hair

from around his anus washed

oiled & perfumed so its folds

and puckers glistened in the candlelight

From March End Prill (Book*hug, 2011)