Leaning on the floor as if supported in its love by the grey green tile.
The table barely caressing its darling with a wood chipped smile.
Both fall upon the stone to strengthen their desire
like the hearth that holds a roaring fire.
Surrounded by tables and chairs all parted
the empty pair do not seem disheartened.
The lumionous lights shine on their union
and inside their hollow legs grows the yerning for conclusion.
Pulled apart and put upon
the dance they dance does continue on.