Beggar’s feast

this union,
a long time coming
light and dark waring,
gnashing, screeching, tearing-
and yet, now,
here we sit
at an undressed table
sharing civility-
trepidation, holds her breath
as mine exhales
softly, slowly, smiling-
a beggar’s feast

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