Table for One

Serving their heart on a platter, they asked

       "Would you like salt with that?"

Serving their mind, shaken not stirred, they asked,

       "Would you like a bitter olive with that?"

Placing their body on the buffet, they gayly handed over the filet knives and assorted cutlery

and made room for a feast for one

as they hovered at attention

prepared to serve

watching the entitled wanton gluttony, enjoyed at invitation

while praying for release. 

Not all Dreams Float

 

A Satellite lost its way

submerging itself in dreams

distracted 

looking for patterns

in the Stars

trying to see through the Veil,

as Moon hid in its shadow, in shame,

Guilty of having briefly

Shown Brightly upon an Orbit it might've called Home

only to be awed by the Birth of another Universe.

And still it spins

flying now 

aimlessly through Space

in search of Gravity.