By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 10 May 1999

Kitchen Chat

I look across
two feet of plastic
cheap tablecloth
spotted with 
burn holes and ash,
your hands tracing
the floral design
blankly,
describing your perfect night
with her.

You are so gentle.
Your lips know only truth.
You bounce your leg
in subconscious nervous
exclamation
as you think of the beach
A rose
A blanket
A couple
Alone.

I just stare at you.
Smiling at your sweetness,
its obvious reality,
and I wish
I could love YOU
Instead.