dinner

the fire glows in the corner splashing shadows and brilliance over her face. we sit next to each other in a booth facing a wall. memories of pasta, pine nut, and shrimp. red wine still soaking our glasses and diluting out minds. warmth. warmth not felt for many days slides beteen our skin as a brush in seat. as if a single soul we pass a smile back and fothe between us. smooth skin and soft lips. go wine and a love more honest then film.