Intertwined whisks

 

Whirl the egg, drizzle in broth —

roux mustn’t clot. Passion stirred,

hungry lives mixed up. Friend

 

of a friend, some texts, later,

a date, a kiss, now this.

Like French cooking, how

 

to blend -- or blending wrong. 

Two whisks, intertwined,

different sauce, the same pot.

                              Timothy Pilgrim