Descending

Delicate spoon perched on pearlescent plate
Albumen oozing over the hand-rounded
Mound of pink, glistening, raw meat
Pinches of parsley, fresh to the
Nose as it falls from fingers
Onto the dish of flesh
Eaten with savor
And very late.

Cork struggling to be freed from bottle
Then giving way with subtle breath
Filling stemmed glasses warmed
By urgent palms pressing
Against cool glass,
Rims raised up to
Gently open
Mouths.

Crust of stingingly hot bread cracking
As hands snap a fresh loaf into two
Then dip a steaming half in oil
Green, fruity and young,
And offer it as a taste,
Each to the other,
On a late night
Descending.