A Dinner Party

Just that...

There she is:

Preserved as a pickle.

A photograph

Black and white,

Brilliantly bright.

A laugh.

She scoops up soup 

From her black kettle pot

And sips.

Picture, perfect,

Smile - for the camera...

Snap.

Clap of hands

On skin.

Smiles, laughter, gin.

Stopped clock ticks

A shadow in 

The flash,

Savouring the snack.

A smack of lips,

Crack of bones.

Slowly, slowly,

Plump of cheek -

Beat of heart - 

Juice of thigh -

Part by part

By part.

Author's Note

Wrote on the fly, as always approach critically, praise is appreciated but not necessary, critiques need to be substantiated. Grazi.