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Reserved

"Reserved" he said confidently
and hover eyes tracered along with the sound of suede
soft gumshoe suede softly caressing
every step of the wayward swaying
sidelong glancing momentum to the patio sun.

"Reserved" she barely whispered as a bright
all too bright brown and ochre wall swayed slowly
and a heart barely came to thru lavender, green
too bright, jiggered and splayed brick brown shades
of uncertainty as inevitable as every never to be
remebered slide shifting same way of the day.

"You and all about you seem reserved" floated
seemed to float of its own will, his will
amidst the tinkle of glasses, of ice
just the impression of cold brought perceptible shiver
that he was wont not to see beyond his own ...

"the thought, the very thought of bright patio sun"
raced in her mind astraying, again heavy hearted
evincing, birthing a wincing-some smile
a smile mistaken but for the moment
a moment of self congratulatory reflection.

Reserved for when the self charm wafted above
as crisply as the salad chewed - and oh damn
its caught again between roof and palate
the only tinge of embarrassment to run scarlet
in this soon to be made pleasant day.

Reserved in her mind as rendezvous irreplaceable
undeniably free-ightful - no, not to be vexed again by words
not into feelings slipping like a knot to be
as other eyes and earfuls radared on
she felt not to be again alone again.

"Can we have that place?"
"- no, I am sorry it is reserved."