steak and eggs
for plates were placed
by flowers plucked
then held by vase
and eyes they gazed
to hands unsure
that rose to hold to heart the words that spoke
from trembled tongue and cheek through stretched and smokey throat beneath
a psyche magnified by tear
that falls to salt like rain on sun
a single supple fragile disc
like golden ring
against wedding dress
but will the answer be a yes?

a breath a stone compressing lung in chest a syncopated drum
bass lined by the tick of seconds
each salivating over breakfast
is this crossroad?
is this nexus?
fork steals bite
answers perplex us