
Curry and Jazz
Form: Free Verse
Golden liquor shimmers in the late morning sun
a whiskey before noon
perhaps it’s too soon
but whose to judge but me
as I ponder another evening meal for one
the warm feeling slips through my throat
a subtle reminder of other nights
of cooking lamb curry
eaten by candlelight
soft jazz setting a rhythm
enticing and inviting her and me to our bed
and a warm feeling slipping slowly through my throat
diced lamb and sliced onions
simmer in the slow cooker
spices scenting the air
lingering in my throat –
I’ll freeze the other half
©JezzieG2023