In a dim-lit kitchen, the secrets twine,
By hands unseen, through valleys unseen,
Dumplings whisper in syncopated sighs,
Binding stars intwined by slumbering steam.
Flour dust floats like forgotten wishes,
Each fold a decision, each pinch fate’s caress,
Broth of time simmering beneath silken skin,
Gather round, gather round, the feast is fate's kiss.
Lost between curries and cha, fortunes slide,
A recipe hidden writes love’s ancient scrolls,
We, who taste the crescent of night, know not,
Yet dribble their dew upon our plates of gold.