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By scqueen Date: 2001 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.10.23.02.14457]] |
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On a frigid night, I barely noticed that they took my coat and gave me a number. I followed you to an open table and immersed myself in an Italian legacy - of prosciutto and melon, pasta and vegetables, bread and oil; locked eyes and nervous smiles. The food was incredible, but barely tasted. No remembrance of the conversation, yet every detail of your face. Your smile was inviting, your intentions sweet. Tanned skin, rosy cheeks, chocolate eyes, smarts to beat - Oh, and for dessert? I was served a slice of moon on a plate of midnight sky. 10/10/01 - we were married a year later and still, we talk of that night ...at Rafaello's... |