Taut,
With quiet intensity
He held the wine goblet;
Nursing the wine
His fingers around the stem.
He watched-
The way she laughed
Uninhibitedly.
The way people
flocked around;
Just as mesmerized.
Consumed slowly by the
Surging passion within,
He never knew
When the wine spilled,
And mingled with his blood;
When the stem snapped
Between his fingers.
22 September, ‘07
