Magic Cupboards

Aidan Knight

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