Magic Cupboards

In the lake where the basket floats

Where the wine keeps the skin soft

There is positively no man in the kitchen

Slapped the hand of my younger brother

Pulling apples from your magic cupboards

In the time it takes to set

The sweetness and the sweet of heart

I felt sick, she stroked my hair

I was asleep, asleep in the kitchen

The beater was licked before the rules were set

Wake up in love and go to sleep with warm bread

Pulling fingers through the warmest butter

Reading recipes with grade school stutters