We sat snug by the table with the hovering leg,
Placed a hand to milky carbon copies,
Grasping each other’s breath with curved, inky incisions,
Across the blank terrain, in the flat fibers,
We constructed our palatial story.
A story of kings and queens adorned in robes,
Gold awnings and crystal chandeliers,
Marble for tables and king crabs for snack.
I sat with you in our palace until i lifted my hands.
The stucco was smeared,
The table wobbly,
And beans cold.
I loved our embrace.
And we sat.