Mark's Place

Mark's Place

warming myself by a blue fire
basking in the afterglow
an evening of chit-chat
proof that the art of conversation
is alive and well
carefully scripted words
that danced off yur tongue
harlequin gestures
a command performance
that leaves me in awe
off you go
to be left alone in my thoughts
those blue flames
and across the room, in a chair
dressed in camouflage, sits a bear