You love me so well

We were sitting at a Mahogany table beneath a chandelier like starfields
The chairs were ancient and the arms had hands which
Were upturned to worship
Or maybe they wanted to hold hands

I remember the hunger most of all
The aching trembling pit in the middle of my being
I was hungry for love and
Encouragement and
Appreciation and

You stood up and walked over towards me
And set yourself upon my lap
And kissed me, full on the lips
And I’ve never hungered again


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