Lovers dine at evening

Lovers Dine at Evening
At the end
Gray grabs tangled days
Rids clutter, sets a marbled table
Serviette, silvered spoon
Ivory cup, prism'd tumbler.
So ordered,
We sit swizzled
Like iced lime
And tonic.
We,
Then
I.

Dark dallies as wait
Other half-known lovers
Upon some cleansed place
Set aside for
None else (naturally);
Once more shined,
Candlelighted,
Disinfected,
Like light upon
A blackened,
Eager
Space.

Freshened linen,
Walnut, teak and teacup
Lie like columned
Warriors ordered
To Lovers' fields,
Polite in lights
Dimmed warm,
Like hope in
Those who dare
To start
Upon
Another's end.