We Dine Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

"We dine…
a special cuisine
and a glass of wine…
so delicious
sweet and hot
we ate in silence
you smile…
we look at each other
both aware
of the love passing through
the sweet corners of our eyes
as my finger lightly tap
the edges of your glass
touching you…
like the tip of a leaf
savoring the dew
of the morning mist
its a perpetual feeling
even without talking…
we're still in the world
of quiet heaven
and complete understanding."