CENA PER DUE [DINNER FOR TWO]

your eyes
two pools of mud
i slip into forever

your stare
pierces like
a gondolier’s paddle
on the surface
of murky
venetian canals

as if I had forgotten
to salt the spaghetti
or boldly snapped the strands

rather than
relaxing
and letting
them slide gracefully
into the simmering water
slow-dancing in the pot