It Happens
Occasionally
To Sit And Have
A Supper
With A Crowd.
Some, Are New And Old Friends,
Companions,
Acquaintances,
Of Apostles.
Friends Have Always Something In Mind,
Their Needs Never Have Been Fulfilled Or Satisfied.
My Enemies Are At Least Clear In Mind.
My Lover Is Absent Or Armored By Her Own Taboos.
They Gathered Around The Table
For Fun Or Something Else
Out Of The Blue Human Have
A Need For Gathering.
My Supper Made Me Feel
Like Anyone Else,
No One Or Between
A Friend, A Lover,
And An Enemy