Erica Lehrer - Poet - Author
Dancing With Ataxia
By Erica Lehrer
Mascarpone: the very word rolls off the tongue
like triple crème, its fresh-milk taste all
that remains of green grasses, fragrant herbs
and wild flowers ingested by cows grazing
in distant pastures shortly before we met.
With any luck, I will have transformed
the mascarpone before this night is through
into a pick-me-up that will render you speechless,
for little did you know that herbs, flowers,
grass and sun could be combined just so
with marsala, sugar, eggs and cocoa,
not to mention espresso-soaked lady fingers
caressed by shaved chocolate swirls!
Forgive me if I smile, but I’ve seen this look
before: eyes glazed, expression dazed,
by the complex bitter-sweetness the likes
of which your mouth – your heart! – has never
known. Let this mocha-infused cream, rich
as a dream, dispense its magic as I seduce you
with my tiramisu.
Vieni, vieni amore mio.
Copyright 2011 Erica Lehrer, All rights reserved.