Poetry Friday - Dinner Scene

DINNER SCENEWe sat giggling in a purple cafe,hands crawling like friendly pink spiders upand down each other's thighs,seeking warm dark crannies to snuggle into.Nothing like body games played under a dinner tableto coax me out of my gray moods.When my hand has touched down in Ultima Thuleand you press your thighs together on it like a molding press,I like to think that my hand will melt in your