The smell of onion rises,
sending its sting into the air
Dusts of curry splattered,
I’ve begun a cooking affair

Paprika almost dumping
into the pot of what’s to be
a Friday homemade feast
(just my cup of tea)

Though I hate peeling it,
I load up on the garlic
Throw in cayenne pepper
because he loves that kick

I pour over the creamy milk
like a bath, soft and white
The spices tickle my senses
I could be ready for a bite

Instead I step away
to give the mix some time
Soon enough we’ll be ready
to add a splash of lime

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