she laid the ladle with silken grace

 

gazed across the table liken calm seas

 

passion in portions, a bowl for each emotion

 

above the mountain of rice danced ghostly streams

 

 

she reveled in his poised silence

 

eating lettuce like a cow eats patience grass

 

allowing the tongue to grapple with every flavor

 

chewing slowly, digesting every thought that pass

 

 

ying yang print adorns matching silk kimonos

 

he’s the candle, the spoon, and silent wisdom

 

she’s the flame, a sizzling skillet of soft words

 

he’s the hungry tiger, she’s the rhythmic dragon

 

 

reaching over, she filled his empty tea cup half full

 

he looks up from his sushi with eyes pearl blue

 

his hand reaches out and falls softly upon hers

 

she slights a smile and replies, “I love you too!”

 

 

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