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The Feast

Red pomegranate jewels

Dripping rubies in our teeth

The closest we’ll get to diamonds

but today we are royalty.

Eyes wide and mouths wider

biting down on words and

sentiments that seep off our tongues

like honey.

Pink wine and meringue crumbs

litter sweet scents in the air

The glasses look like cut-crystal

even if the table is bare.

Looking back one day,

dinner will have taken on a drunken haze

but for that moment we were royal.

Red pomegranate jewels

dripping rubies in our teeth.

 

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