Table Steaks..(aunties up)

Two shadows
On a trembling wall
Fingers tracing over curves
Breaths, in smoke filled corners
Tongues flickering like vipers
Beads of sweat rolling over skin
Fan blades stirring voices
Rains falling from a darkened cavern
Raising rivers over levees of doubt
So firm in her resolve
So firm in his resolve

The money went into a charitable trust