MEAL

Nothing about the food,
Wine or persons mattered.
You were there,
A sweet taste.

When all had slipped into
conversation vacancies,
You words for the night
stuck in my heart.

I was poised on my edge
Waiting to hear your passions
Concerns, heart.
When it came, I fell

Deeply into each syllable
Surrender my heart right at
the table like the roast
on the plate.

Too many could see
How I was headed
There was no restraint,
No padlock to hold me back.

I arrived there first
Looking around
They were still locked
Into their own world

Of business, weather
Children and politics
I was safe -
Except for the eyes across the table!

~Dave~
12 August 04

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