the
power of love first falls
like
a powdery condiment
all
over the grilled tiger prawns
in
black pepper sauce
its
presence in the air
alerts
somnambulant diners
and
they pause in mid-fork
&
look about with widening eyes
through
love-filled shafts of sunlight
I
see their pin-striped shirts
and
button-down collars
slowly
swell with the power of love
&
while they wait the power of love
fills
the whole room as if it were
a
large bowl of fine blue china
&
love sways there aromatic
spicy
splashing this way and that
then
with a dying burst of static
the
music fades into shadows
and
might never had been
were
it not for the young woman
at
the next table dabbing
a
blood-red drip of tom yam
from
the white shirt of her lover
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