Across the Room
Across the room are more than she
More than us and more than we.
At table eight sits twisted fate
Once starry eyed now belittled hate
His meal tonight a seafood stew
He savages prawn and thinks of you.
Bloody Mary at the bar
Is deep in thought and drifting far
On mantis leaf waits death for he
Who fingers pleasure but does not see.
Across the room is simply she
Simply us and simply me.
Mary fed me from my plate
A prawn,a twist and a little hate.
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