I bring bread, wine, meat and sweet berries
and lay them on your kitchen table.
Both unsure, we fidget,
you busily preparing food
me clumsy, with a troublesome cork.
I risk a glance at your easing profile,
you, amused by my fumbling efforts
offer a welcome sympathetic smile.
Midnight,
and the wine has wrestled with our tongues,
so talk rides lightly on spicy breath
eyes stay camouflaged by stained glasses,
in purdah,
water stays untouched.
Now is the tricky stage, and
one of us needs to make a move,
there is no bill to pay
so both unsure, we fidget once more
and await the telling signal.
© Graham Sherwood 06/2015
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