at the Ultima, 39th floor dining

we somehow feel the bond
of unity
we feel the abundance of food
and emotions
no one is telling somehow
what is it
that makes us still torn apart
from the link

she is seated beside me
i look at the veins blue on her wrist
she is not eating much
fear of fats
and betrayal
fear of too much acidity
in her guts

when she looks at me she smiles
though i find something mysterious
concealed and yet too obvious
to be mentioned
i keep my dumb silence taking
seasoned beef inside my mouth
to keep me from
using words of which i am
getting skilled at
covers

the rest are noisy
as the live band plays
Latin beat songs

the mother feeds the child
two mothers
who want the best for their kids
clean fun

the man over the edge trusts me
sad, there is no way that he sees what is inside
my heart

there is something sinister there
like a masked ninja scheming to seize
what he treasures

and then i look at her again
this time she knows what i want
she says she likes it here
on the 39th floor
though there is more fun
at the 20th
where their is a sort of
happy quiet
and pallid privacy
with the hint that she will be alone
as she owns that room