gossamer skin so delicate
they must be hand-harvested.
Rubenesque beauties,
wrapped in fancy paper,
presents worth praise.
As you slice, focus Zen-like,
think pure union—outside and in,
surface and secret core—
the most pungent,
like nuggets of a dream
that cling. Relish the feral fragrance
of earth, grasp a hint of a story
about loam and endurance.
Witness alchemy in the swirl
of butter and oil in the pan.
Now, add the onions,
sauté slow ever so slow.
Resist the urge to stir,
simply let the fire takeover,
witness the way it coaxes
the sugars out.
Honor the mystery
of transformation,
hear the sizzle
of newborn stars.
Finally, crown the burger
with these golden gems.
Sit and savor
the way sweet lingers
on the tip of your tongue
like a truth.
Know of meaning
and fierce magic,
know to close your eyes
and give pleasure more room
like a kiss.
Pat Phillips West’s poems have been published in various journals including Haunted Waters Press, Clover, a Literary Rag, San Pedro River Review, Slipstream, Snapdragon: A Journal of Art and Healing and elsewhere. She is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee.
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