Isn’t it a scheduled gala supper tonight?’
Gabriel asks Madeleine.
Within the lonesome latter years,
Madeline is ready to announce his sweet flesh.
Not just for lent.
But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
for their last treat,the proper feast.
Here she is tearing foliage, scrambling the salad, maybe lighting candles,
stepping back to admire the effect of
the table she’s made the silverware,
the nicely al dente vegetables, the tender goose.
Gabriel bring the bottle and glasses,
plus betrayal with a kiss.
Twinkling candles portait of a pair,
sit in a theatre, to see
a play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Twisted feelings,
after tonight, we will departure again,
Will it be the last super, with you

~The End ~