a tableside coversation between lovers

a tableside conversation between lovers.
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she gave the wilted flower
a sniff..and smiled twisted
beams that scared the ghost
in me..

as we sat around the littered
table laughing..

defying the conventions of
other loves.

(which make our own a
mockery.)

"thank you my dear" she
whispered like a razor in
my ear..

"they're really pretty!"

"you're welcome."
I replied. (trying to add
an air of severity.)

"but the scent is far too
shitty."

(for one so lovely thus
as thee.)

Lovely thus as something
from the Otherside of Me..
who reckons my own affections
as a Single Being.

Lovely thus as something
worth repeating.

(for now and eternity.)