Poets Dozen Ordered
Nervously gazing
Across the table he stared
Watching my silence
My hunger ceasing, As a Poet's Dozen ordered
Sipping a glass of wine, Becoming much more forward
Now served our dinner, Filling our mouths blind with food
Emotions much less suppressed, As its body crepted upon our nerves
Us Two
To which was bliss
Liquid courage approved
Twisted our tongues without a Kiss
Adjourned
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