Interuptions

After the first offernings of wine
her fingers read my palm.

The curved backs of praying
cutlery reflect the candle light.

Outside our aura we are orbited
by astrobelts of adolescent attendents;
the heavens are waiting
to take our order.

Later, we linger back in the sphere of the star's eye,
rechargin in the centre of the circle.

Suddenly, plates of chicken wings
and fried spaghetti come crashing through the atmosphere
like meteors scattering debris and napkins.

Our environment breaks around us.

Tectonic plates generate an internal stress field,
which ends our foreplay abruptly.

SM