Napkin fresh, folded with precise intent
Straight and tightly creased, no wear
Crumpled I disguise their use
As others look away
Full bodied Red, he said, courses through our veins
Where once begotten life bled red
Just sweet relief remains
I try to look away
I know my guilt, as do you
With glee a polished knife reflects
What's left of me disdained
Accuses me of that I know
Before he looks away
My dear, near friend stands quietly
As I stumble, drop, and stain
Blushing now on my behalf
He does not look away
I know my guilt, as do you
You’d found me once, the table mine
With innocent intent I’d wait
Time came to reclaim its rights
Before you looked away
Blessings said, now, once before
Oh, my sweet Child do stay
Unknowingly, remain my Dear
For I did not look away
I know my guilt, as do you
Red please, preferably Cabernet. Goes perfect with chocolate. My favorite combination. Nice to meet you all.