Your stare locked me in, stamped an imprint,
Right where there was dark and now you blink;
Flick the light, or, could it ignite?
I’m following the contours of your eyes as they bow,
mimicking your smile,
There it is, a pearl of redemption squeezed out of the corner
and into dust.
I never thought to see love past lust, but there, as a beacon,
Vibrant, electric, reconnected, back on the grid.
Keep the passion turned on, life can fuse-out as fragile as a candle on the altar.
And you, worthy of so much more than a late-life flicker.
It’s on ice, nice, live twice.
Heads in the gathering grazed aloud, bobbed and tossed like corks corralled in the rip-tide current,
Chewing baffled the chatter, sketched into morsels of memory, animated by the gesticulating tentacles on the palm, adding prisms of colour to exhaled prose.
Palates framed with painted smiles etched creases of heads back in laughter,
Aubergine Teriyaki silver- scooped to lips, glistening with wisdom, hungry for life,
Stole centre stage as rich almond eyes gazed soft mellow back notes thru’ shimmering flame.
I felt compelled to stare at her caramelised glint, hypnotic sparkles between the blink of sombrero eyelashes.
Looking in from my tableside seat, I was shouting down the main act, Roast Heritage Tart which pirouetted down the hatch, followed by the whole ensemble, no encore in sight.
We chomped and chewed through legacies of life’s rich tapestries, silenced only by the Banoffee,
Served with two duelling spoons laid head to head for the final drool, jostling from pie to coulis, back to pie and in slow motion, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The finale soothed by minted tea brought diners back into view,
Raising our spirits to make our leave, we left the canvas blank,
Each to colour their own heart.
Starting from scratch,
etched thoughts spliced his mind,
memory, a mangled mosaic of time,
heart stabbed by love-stained stake,
life chiselled into memory stone
moss and myrtle for his thorny crown.