A Spiced Life
Try this spice, she said innocently,
placing a crumbly, innocuous mixture along my lifeline
that leapt onto my tongue in a heated love bite
of amber dragons kissing under eucalyptus rains,
delicately touching the saffron fibers of a baked, pungent earth,
gathering stardust peppercorns sprinkled gently on their wings
while chasing chilies through Orion’s belt buckle,
before a slow, deliberate waltz through smoky ashes of hellfire,
creating a cardamom-infused, ginger love child
in its flames that I name Shangri-La
while it explodes in my mouth.
Then I bought a bottle for $4.99.
~ Me, at the Indian spice market in Philadelphia