The Time She Did Not Dine Alone

She burned and tingled
within a glow,
which burst alive
and vibrated richly
out from the very
depth of her being.
Making the holding of cutlery
a clumsy affair,
causing spontaneous
child-like giggles
from both sides
of the Magical table.
Eyes wide and brimming
with the fuzzy warmth
of containable, happy tears,
cheeks of pink, raging fire.
And she spoke
a musical flurry of words
in a voice
she hardly believed
or recognized.
Sharing the ‘Centre Of Attention’
Spotlight, enthusiastically…
their emotions swayed
to both a rhythm and pulse
in its beautiful simplicity.

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