we are older now. old enough to be girls together at table we eat slowly staring talking talking always laughing she sitting betweenmy legs at our table of sun-warmed wood she pushing back into me my arms wrapped around her from behind.
we are older now, she and I from opposite sides across the great divide we meet in the middle weaving stories from the heart of our country 'tis of thee we cry across the misconceived divides.
we eat delicately spiced foods little animals sticking rose petals to our faces our bodies as hungry as mouths as minds kissing the moments each and each