The tomato
warm from the garden bed,
juicy and full of seeds, a woman ripe for love.
The onion
make it sweet and lingering—
adulterous kisses, darkness at noon.
Dashes of salt, a taste of the source,
the seas coming in at the window.
A full blessing of oil—
the fruity olives pressed
by monks chanting a cappella
the earthenware jugs stored in cool cellars,
mellowing.
The basil leaves, spicy and fragrant—
a lover's fingers.
You cannot make too much of this.
And when it's gone...
its memory will, in barren winter,
be like the small hot flame
of a love letter read in secret.
Dolores Stewart (Riccio)
(from Doors to the Universe)
reprinted here with kind permission from the author
Dolores captures the enticements of a summer salad made with garden tomatoes, fresh herbs and olive oil wonderfully, and this is one of my favorite aestival poems. She is a gifted poet and a fine author, and you may visit her here. I was delighted to learn recently that she is about to publish a new "Divine Circle of Ladies" novel and a new volume of poetry.
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Sensual. Seductive. Santosha.
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