At the table, just the two of us
muted in condensed silence
face to face with souls glazed out
oblivious to love
No words pass between us
the communication died out long ago
nothing in us speaks our language of love
not even the flickering flames of a glance
Then suddenly a sword of light into our hearts
surprise, surprise: Your foot touched mine
maybe by accident, maybe not
your blank face doesn't tell
All by themselves my feet separate a little
a trap for yours, both full of potent powers
yes, full of everything there is
downcast eyes and sipping a little wine
suddenly masters of this fine charade
Your foot travels even further
but still, your face is a blank
your eyes averted as are mine
this snaky foot exudes fire up my legs
like magic my knees open all by themselves
the perfect trap as they close upon your leg
The blankness falls off your face
mirrored by mine, I suppose
the sword of light only kills what's dead
revived our rejuvenated hearts beat again
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