yes, by my admission
it is a pain to be that far on the table
to try hard looking away from the gazes that are on fire
to sound very sane in the intensity
of the whole thing
an itch was to cross the table
though had to look in control
it just was stiff torture
a tease
i am telling you
the smiling eyes
that were questioning
the distance between us
across the table
yet we both enjoyed
the happiness and joy of
the present moment
some food for thought
for us
across the table
yet i would prefer repeat across the table
and cross the table....
are you, getting it what i am getting at
keep smiling
and i am a game
your partner in venture of questions
just for us
to solve
with times
when it is it the that
the this
This, table business of ours
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