At the table your foot touches mine
maybe by accident, maybe not
your blank face doesn't tell
I separate my feet a little
to trap yours, to make it talk
as I sip my wine it travels even further
but still, your face is blank
your eyes averted, browsing the paper
the presence of your foot sends fire
up my legs, opens my knees like magic
the blankness falls off your face
as my knees close upon your leg
you look up from your paper
with eyes like bottomless lakes
somewhere to drown in pleasures
a place as seen in fairy tale
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