Analysis of Fine Dining

How fitting that we first graced
one another at Cornucopia's table
where I wanted to dine on the meager
dietetic staff of cautious fare

where you reached to share
my water and I giggled.

The warm November
hazel of your eyes savored
the early autumn
blush of my lips.

You stared at my leafy
carefully dressed forkfuls
and smiled as
you peeled the edges
of my resistance.

Then, quite lavishly,
you offered me a taste
of what you had left
on your plate.