Across the Table
She's tense,he doesn't care,
the table's round,
it could be square
and thoughts are stuck
inside her head.
'It's dead'
'How blithe'
the words unsaid,
there should be echoes
the cat meows,
remains unfed.
A bottle stretches
fills the void
a demarcation
line is drawn.
He glances
softly to the door,
her eyes
sweep for crumbs
strewn on the floor.
He pours,
then pauses for thought
'it's cold today'
She wonders when
they stopped the play,
he scores another point.
They sip,
it leaves a mark
around his lip,
she hates the taste,
yet hates him more
'pig'
'stupid bitch'
her mouth decides
to slowly twitch,
she can't resist,
he can't desist
the void is filled,
wine is pushed aside
and spilled
then suddenly
their laughter
fills the room.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2010-01-04 at 15:32
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