by Melva Athans

Created on: December 02, 2008

Perfecting Beguiling Smiles

Across a white linen veiled table, tinted with exotic brass cutlery

Four people wait to dine, straightened backs perfecting social refinery

Kisses exchanged with quickened haste, as an outstretched embrace longingly lingers

Against a brushing of limbs under draping cloths, interrupted by the waiter's spiels

A perusal of tonight's chef's special, momentarily calms the surging torrents within

Perhaps not the right moment to begin to divulge ones true state and mortal sins

Scarlet lights flashing, as he reflects on the absurdity of the four dining

He angles his pose; his eyes remain averted and continue perfecting

Momentarily saturated in the trivialities of yesterday and tomorrow

Beguiling smiles smother and divert the true essence of their present sorrow

What possessed them to agree to this openly display: To feast upon the ingredients of weakness?

Fleetingly he recalls to love, honour and cherish; as the shackle of gold etches into his creviced skin

He is but a man with a heel of Achilles, son of a mortal destined to cosset in human pleasure

He refuses to be judged on his cavernous lust and passionate affairs, for it is, the fate of all men

Assuming a nonchalant exterior, he fails to capture a heated glance between locked lover's stares

Prominent through a satin shirt, between heaving breasts, an apparition of a woman's lust flares

An arched bushy response from the waiter fleetingly escapes his detached manner

When from the corner of his eye he is jolted by the tenderly placed hand upon his other's

A piercing laugh that shatters a familiar calm amongst their fragile wiles

Reveals a table of four, who clandestinely sit, perfecting their beguiling smiles

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