{"sf1_id":377303,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Romantic Dinner","author":"Oloroso Rhone","words":145,"posted_at":"2012-05-15T21:10:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Poem","Poetry","Privilege","apathy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/377303-a-romantic-dinner","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/377303","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=377303\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of Poems","content":"The candles are glowing ever stronger;   \n their light on tasseled curtains has yet to die out.  \nLingering longer,   \n  \n I wait for the door knob to make a sound.  \n I watch the thickening smoke curl upward, and I  \n watch it shift about.\n\nThe table's set: every fork, spoon, and knife  \n is silver, engraved, and just where it ought to go.  \nI should mute my pride.\n\nI prepared the meal with guajillo,   \nthe chili, of course, not the acacia fern,   \n but I doubt he'll know.\n\nI'll take it out soon, don't want it to burn.  \nJust enough time to add fresh lemon juice before  \n he's due to return.\n\nA Portuguese bottled, fine tawny port,   \n has been laid center table, in reach of both chairs  \n already uncorked.\n\nNo need, only desire drives me here.  \nChildren worlds away can't sleep for pain of hunger,   \n but I just don't care.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}