You come
from behind—
press me up
against
industrial shelves
fingers tacky
with sugar
my arms full
thick bricks
of butter
tumble when
you kiss
my neck
I tug
your cotton
apron's edges
waist strings
bow loose
at your back
undone
I wrap your fists
in bondage
pull you
closer
taste your
salty neck
a gloaming
redolent
meyer lemons
heirloom tomatoes
fresh sage
I'm holding
your face
in my hands