Dinner For Two

Fork

Gently scoop me, pick me up
Slip your tines beneath me
Set me inside of a silver cup
Keep me under lock and key

Knife

Spread me thinly, lay me down
Your blade will make the slice
Dress me in a snowy white gown
I was meant to be your sacrifice

Spoon

Cradle my essence, keep me still
If you lose a drop I shall perish
Taste me sparingly that I may fulfill
The love we now both cherish

Lora Frikken ~ 4-21-03