Blind Ribbon

the dream is this

you serve me

your shirt is white


your shoes are shined

the laces tied

I reach my hand

into your apron

I feel for the wine-key

the lighter and your pen

it's all there


I adjust my weight

on the chair

and order wine

and a starter

little neck clams,

a glass of albarino


you pour the wine

and I tussle your hair

you serve me a bed of clams

and I lick your hand


I ask you

to sit next to me

and feed me the dessert

almond cake and spiked affogato

I loosen your tie

and you begin putting

the little spoon in my mouth

after my last bite

you lean into me

to taste slowly


the sweetness keeps you

for hours

until there is no flavor