A Time Well Chosen

We chose the time propitiously
The first thing I’d do when I’d entered the house
with my own key, was to walk up the basement stairs
Climb the stairs to the upstairs bedroom
where she was usually lying nude in bed
a towel around her newly dried hair
You may think it strange but before making love to her
I’d suck her fingers, even a hot shower
had failed to remove the food stains and cooking odors
I never explained the why of my behavior
She probably assumed it was some sort of fetish
But I was simply trying to figure out what she’d been cooking
She was a master chef
Her creations were renowned as the creator of "Chez Vivo",
a Manhattan eatery that had astounded the gourmet world
for ten years,
before she retired to a country home in Connecticut,
at the age of thirty-eight
Yes, we’d chosen the time propitiously
Too early for her two children to return from school
Late enough to ensure her husband had left for work
An hour of intense love making carried us to another level of existence
Then I’d leave her, she'd usually fallen asleep
I’d quietly walk downstairs,
the kitchen filled with wonderful fragrances
Sometimes I’d gently open the warming oven to see if I’d guessed right