Kitchen Love
I wish you a kitchen kind of love.
I wish you love that lingers, just a moment more —
love that makes another cup of tea as cover for five more minutes of chat.
I wish you love that sits on counters, dangles feet
and talks about everything and nothing while the room fills
with carmel sugar.
I wish you the warmth of the oven while
rain lashes the windows.
I wish you the kind of love
that feeds you.
I wish you a love deep enough for creation.
By Jane Elizabeth Yarnell
Biography
Jane Yarnell is in her third year of a degree studying Sustainability and Biology at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland. She has previously been published in Acumen, the Eunoia Review, and a few other places around the internet.