We’re mulling over a long-term relationship.
One of us has commitment-phobia.
Call it a honeymoon, but I can’t go a day without
chicken broth’s kisses.
(Butter is in cold storage. She will forever be my first love.
But I had to abandon butter.)
Garlic and paprika go on double-dates with us.
Basil brags about preempting paprika.
Lemon and dill sometimes feel left out.
Curry keeps begging for a place at the table.
Sage wisely stays silent.
I have no thyme to add to our romance.