Often, I get an
inkling for a restaurant of conversation.
No, something more
than just a lip service drive-thru.
Wanting something
with a sit down, face to face,
kind of getting, with a table for two
and a menu
of spontaneity in hand.
I am looking for a
salad of tonal exchanges
with a tasty dressing of mutuality,
a side order of
catch-up with shares of laughter,
and a main dish of intimacy served with
warm-heartedness.
All in all, I am
looking forward to an ambiance
of delicious un-said-ness and privately,
a
presence of chew and delight.
So when do I get to
sit with a chef of anyone,
in their restaurant of being?
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