“this one’s for you”
everyone returned to their seats
in a ballroom where oak
holds each couple tight.
“work is good right now, thanks”
“i love that jacket on you, brings out your eyes”
“oh my god, i hope i didn’t leave the stove on”
“te quiero”
“you look, incredible”
“do you have my phone”
lively
humming chatter
towards a vacant
grand piano.
polished white ivories
smooth to the finger tips
playful dance transversely
key in keys
& harmony of jabber.
band in matching suits
brass and strings
awaiting.
sea of eyes
dressed to the nines
vases of filled roases
one for each pair of oak
jam-packed waiters, eaters
lovers.
the couples:
hands in her lap giggling
a single man looking back
staring at their phones
watching the band
sharing a kiss
red turning conversation
holding hands over their cleared oak.
then her.
stunning gold dress to her ankles
bright rose lipstick
long wavy raven hair
never leaving
his
jubilant gaze
before the first
of many
notes.
Saint's Muse 