Primitive

 I have heard about the civilized, 
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational.
 But you and I are 
savages.
 You come in with a bag, 
hold it out to me in silence.
 
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it 
and understand the message: I have 
pleased you greatly last night.
 We sit 
quietly, side by side, to eat, 
the long pancakes dangling and spilling, 
fragrant sauce dripping out, 
and glance at each other askance, wordless, 
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points 
laid along the sill to show 
a friend sits with a friend here.

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