The lovers both take a picture
of the table,
they let the food get cold.
The woman straightens the creases
of the tablecloth,
and carefully displaces a fork.
She leans back,
looks at the two thousand tiny things
that need adjustment,
she sighs.
She leans to a side,
pans the camera,
chasing the light.
She tilts the phone a little to the left,
and then a little more,
she smiles.
She takes a picture of the food,
laid out in beautiful resplendence,
roasted steak,
roasted to ambrosian perfection,
sizzling hot on a charcuterie,
finest cultlery dazzling just fine,
wine glasses tall and thin!
The flowers, the lights,
the salad!
Fresh Celery, freshest Lettuce,
Bell Peppers, Onion, Cheese!
Olives pitted and pruned!
He waits for her to rest her thoughts.
She puts the phone away.
He smiles, he clicks a simple frame,
her gentle, slender hands,
fingers, tender and long and thin,
her hands,
an artist's hands!
'To good times!',
she says,
'To love!'
They raise a toast each
to two different things!
They look at each other perplexed!
They look at the people around,
they notice, nobody noticed,
they smile, the feast begins!
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