Inseparable
Spooned together they held a silver moon in their hearts
Lined their bedspread and table with memories of one star
Moulded from cloud dust to the sound of lush orbital spin
It never mattered who brought food for their regular feasts
Whether fast food or a la carte menus or a bunch of grapes
Maybe two olives draped onto a lavender wreath offering
They never lost passion for dining al fresco or lined in silk
Robed or naked they followed courses of harvest and joy
At times poverty struck but they always grasped full measure
For compassion and kindness needed no fancy embellishment
Their spoon was pewter not golden and gathered life’s patina
But they polished in rag clothes or satin and shone all the way
At times they painted words on skins in crumbs and sweet sauce
Licked kissed and savoured what mixed with fragrant side dishes
Received what’s on offer and scooped up refection and gratitude
03rd October 2019
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