Dinner

I shall set your table with linens and silver,
prepare your dinner with a little-used spice,
help you wash your hands with scented soap,
my breath on your neck and my lash on your cheek. 

I shall seat you in your chair,
pour Pinot Gris in your glass,
toast the gods who saw fit 
to see our paths finally cross. 

I shall serve you a trout,
say a blessing for its life,
watch your fingers as we eat,
and your eyes while we drink.

I shall help you from your chair,
lace your fingers into mine,
lead you to our sacred place,
to fuse our bodies and souls.  

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