BLACK BUTTERFLY

 POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS

   Because

                 Because I am a guest at your table

                  one of many,

                  I cut my food into small pieces

                  using my knife and fork,

                  eat daintily

                  with refinement.

                  Because I know I am being watched

                  I do not gulp the blood red wine

                  like some one dying of thirst in a desert

                  but sip gently

                  admire the glass,turn it in my hand,

                  appreciate the fine cut crystal.

                  Because I am sure someone would notice

                  I do not

                  touch your hand

                  though often on the crisp white cloth

                  it lies close enough to mine

                  to assume it wants to be touched.

                  Because I know that no one knows for sure

                  I say good night

                  and thank you

                  and let you kiss my hand

                  when all I want

                  is just to hug you close.

                  Chrissy Moore-Haines