Al Dente

It's late in the evening
We both pull in our drive
Coming home from work on Friday
And now we feel alive

Driving to our twin garage
I see your smiling face
As we wait for the doors to open
Like it's some sort of race

Of course I let you win
You've already parked inside
As I crawl into my bay
While you lean on the fenders side

I slowly walk up to you
And kiss you with no hands
As we make our way up the stairs
With thoughts in evening plans

I turn on the stereo
While you pour us both a drink
Holding them under the fridge ice maker
And in the glass they clink

You've already found ingredients
And have set them on the bench
As I take hold all the vegetables
And in a bowl they drench

A cooking pot and water
With high heat boils away
In which we add the pasta
And watch it turn al dente

All is silent except the music
Though both our bodies move
Our hands with all the cooking
And our feet synced to the groove

I scoop two big servings
With our pasta bare on plates
And then you add your spicy sauce
Transforming bland to great

A sprinkling of romano
Which already begins to melt
As you decorate with basil
Before our food is dealt

It was such a hectic day
Though depleted we now start
Our food which fills our hunger
And your presence which fills my heart