Dinner for OneA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)the
water is boiling pasta swims beneath
sparingly salted eruptions, as
I uncork the wine tonight Merlot splashes
into a curved top Bordeaux the
table is set one plate, one fork, one
wax steeple with a tongue of fire, and
I wait wait for the sauce to simmer, a
dinner for one nearly done again you
linger in the scent of marinara still haunting
a kitchen we built as lovers, and
this table keeps memories beyond food, my
hands remember as I lightly stroke the grain © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on October 1, 2013Last Updated on October 1, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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