Knees knocking on doors
21. kohl
There was a five dollar buffet going on and
you were in town. You had a thing for
floral prints and slim silk scarves like
spiderwebs you'd hang around your white neck.
I could hear your knees knocking whenever
you settled down to eat.
I watch as you reach into your bra cup
to pull out a money clip, poking out
in plain view, and you met my gaze
briefly, smiling your dark Nile smile
from across the table.
And for a time I could see us
dancing by the river,
the flowers of ritual blooming and
dying at our feet.
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