The cavernous space
that separates us
is just a table
and there is me
at one end
and you
at the other
We could stand
and meet
at the middle
if either one of us
were able

But we are separated
by our own greed
or misplaced
Hatred

It doesn’t matter
as you scatter
the dishes
in front of you
to pounce
upon the snow white linen
and your feral grin
is too much to ignore

My heart beats
rapidly
as each and every
carefully prepared dish
is brushed nonchalantly
to the floor
as you prowl
toward me
down the middle
of the table
I’m leaning back
in my chair
fully prepared
for what is in store

We could have
stood up
and met halfway
but the animal attraction
would have been missing
and as you approach
up the middle
clearing a path
I’ve already anticipated
your intent
and tilted my chair back
to have me
looking up
from the floor

Knowing I’m the one
you are hungry for