Intertwined whisks

 

Whirl the egg, drizzle in broth —

roux mustn’t clot. Passion

 

stirred, hungry lives mixed up.

Tavern, party, friends, texts,

 

later a date, a kiss, now this.

Like French cooking, all about

 

the sauce. Wrong one for blending 

or blending wrong. 

 

Two shiny whisks, different sauce,

intertwined, the same pot.

                              Timothy Pilgrim