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Visitor - Part One

An echoing ring, bounces around a silent room,
Turning my head, seeing a blurred figure through the glass,
I place my book mark, and put my book on my coffee table,
Pulling myself up, by grasping the arm rests made of brass.

I walk to the door, removing the safety chain,
There she was, a beautiful fair dame,
Hair as black as a crow, with skin as white as death,
her brown eyes burned with beauty, yet I already knew her name.

I stepped to the side, widening the open door,
she stepped past me, her eyes wandering around my house,
I looked outside into the night, looking out to the road,
her back was to me, I could see a tattoo from under her blouse,
I closed the door, her head moving slowly, he eyes wondering,
When the door clicked, she spun, looking me in the face,
Then we headed to the chairs, where I had wine waiting,
she sat in her chair, leaning forward grabbing her drink steering at the fire place.
The wine was good, red, an expensive Merlot,
We were both hungry, she asked for something to eat,
I rose from my chair again, as I had done before,
and walked across the floor, with silent feet.

I can see the flames dancing on the polished floor beside her shadow,
I can see her steering at her wine, circling it with her hand,
I can hear he hum, a tune to which I'm unfamiliar,
I can see her beautiful hair, from the kitchen where I stand.

Reaching for my knife, and I slice, while placing crackers on a plate,
Sliced Ham with tomato, lettuce, and cheese,
I finished the finger food platter, and placed them on the table,
I looked at her, eyes both locked, I hope you enjoy eating these...