To be saved by the bell

at my door, the guests arrive 

a glad sight, albeit overdue

marked by assurances, assuredly contrived


The dancing hall is restless 

the partners move slowly, in accord

with gentle music flowing

along the best drinks any can afford


And my fascination thickens

as the friendships that they feign

brazenly are burst through

by the bubble of champagne 


An interlude is sounded

so they trapse toward the table

giddily gorging themselves as gourmands

both as and more than they are able


Finally finished on the food 

they resort to biting words

a caustic cavalcade carries on

unconcerned of what's overheard


Oh, but how I love them

for what humanity remains

It's restfully reassuring that,

like me, they're so seldom sane


The evening's prior decora

almost unfathomably return

toasting each other's heart and health

cautiously waiting their turn


They so pander to their desires

I see their fingers tease the mood

gesturing out all that can't be said

and forbid to even allude


Of every food and fanc

all have took their worth

and the evening sits a merry still 

on the placid seas of chateauneuf


◄ Thoughts

Beyond Doubt ►


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