Feast

It has been too long
since you have shared a table,
a glass of wine,
time

unfettered by worry and bustle,
able to simply gaze into eyes
and bask in their warmth.

And so, you push aside the world,
and hold hands across the table,
letting the current flow like lightning,

savoring the feast,
not of food,
but each other.

About this poem

Date night. A night with the one you love. A get away. It’s not about the place. It’s about the person.

The picture was taken at The Dorset Inn in Dorset, Vermont.

Tom