POETRY

Greek Salad For Two

“Keep love in your heart. 
A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead”

 ~Oscar Wilde 
   Don’t like tomatoes,
she offered,
never have;
strange that,
he replied
as he casually tumbled 
into her
sky blue eyes.
Thinly disguised intentions
telegraphed across the table;
sliding an olive to the side,
and with Retsina on her tongue
she inhales him in one glance.
Chronologically distant
but hearts and breath in sync,
desires pounding
beneath transparent veneer
in this,
a gastronomic prelude
to passion.
Clinking of glasses
smashing of plates
dancing with strangers
live life,
love life like it matters
make that
a Greek salad for two.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
All rights reserved.

Author notes

Greek restaurants have always held an attraction for me. Certainly the food, and yes the Retsina, which always tastes like lighter fluid on the first glass but after that becomes like honey sliding down my gullet. But perhaps more so it’s the blithe ambience of passion, loud music (and often lousy audio, but who cares?) and dancing that I find absolutely infectious and impossible to resist when I need/want to celebrate love and life. Make that a Greek salad for two.
Written September 10th, 2003
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