she thinks
about food. about
cream
and sauces,
bread
and wine.
the menu
for the evening.
what dishes
to use,
what silverware
and
flowers to set
down,
while you ponder
her legs
her arms, the curve
of her as she
moves about,
anxious for
the moment when
the guests
have filed out.
Friday, December 5, 2014
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