M-en-U

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,

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

and both unsure, we fidget once more

to await the telling signal.

Published by grahamrsherwood