Dinner isn’t the meal in front of us
It’s the conversation we consume
Without regret
Without fear of getting caught
This is wrong
And we’re in the thick of it
We walk down the street
There’s no shame in our faces
My hand brushes your arm
Our legs touch
We have yet to consider
the consequences
Read Write Poem Poetry Mini-Challenge Details

This is wonderful, Jessica. I have yet to take up the mini-challenge, but hope to get to it this weekend.
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