#PoetryFriday - Other Men.

I struggle to form a picture
of the restaurant you are at.
You are seated at a table,
across from other men.

Do you make the same small talk,
with them,
that you make with me?

I wonder if you will spill your wine,
or whether you will toss your hair,
or nail them to the cross of male ego.
Will they cringe at your courage,
as I do?
Do you look at them
with the looks you have given me?

I fight the urge,
to ask myself the hard questions.
What if they get a higher grade on the test than I?
What if they are prettier than I am?
What if you will love them,
and not me?
Will you hold their hand
with gentle fingers?
Will you touch their knee,
with the knee that touched me?

In my mind's eye,
the landscape is filled with other men,
grasping and groping,
wildly pursuing,
the one I love.
Their lights are brighter than mine.
Their souls are purer than mine.

Can they change water into wine?