Saturday, September 5, 2009

Dining Out

Loudness surrounds
A protected, paired island,
Sitting in shyness
As a thousand times before.
Each a repetition,
Each a first time
Of two sharing one,
Being one.

Refractions of crystal,
Shinings of silver
Dance off porcelain shimmers,
Reflecting a repetition of glances.
A murmured grace,
A whispered thanksgiving
While fingertips touch, linger,
Hunger still.

Disguise lines,
Sculpt folds,
Repeating appearances
Of a first time.
Silent music threads
Slight smiles.

1 comment:

L.L. Barkat said...

Lovely. Did she read it yet? Did she cry? :)