Supper club confessionsA Poem by willweb
Before me rests
dirty linens in folded seams seeking someone to pay the bill, as I am questioned, who are you? Table settings in disarray scatter my thoughts in creme brulee stains and lemondrop martinis wasted as I look up Falling to the ceiling I find my world upside down, drifting in twisted chiffon corned by chandelier earrings, feeling this beauty engulf me Floating within lost dreams, undeterred by the din of the dinner crowd slowly exiting with full bellies, memories keep me aloft as what was once down is no more Gazing below to the rows of leftover dishes and sorrowed silverware I now know the answer to the question, Who are you? I am nothing without you © 2014 willwebReviews
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