Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem in the April issue.

https://www.arielchart.com/2022/04/the-end-of-dinner.html

The End Of Dinner

There’s no dissembling at this table.

Their intentions are quite clear.

They both have an equal interest in bringing things to fruition.

 

It starts with the bubbliest gazing.

 

Then, spellbound, they sit as the food grew cold,

as the synchronization of forks and spoons barely touched has passed.

 

And thus grows a yearning so grand, 

as if it had been an action contracted.

 

A lucky, quick taxi,

an urban save for couples in the throes of anticipation.

 

Mature adults imitating one of the rites of teenage passage,

with the inexorable grasping, groping, kissing.

The end of dinner marked by a hunger

far surpassing the need for mastication.

 

Lust’s passion now served.