241/365: The Effing Scallops

Aidan telling the chef at Flip that they nailed the effing scallops

"You nailed the effing scallops,"
you said to the chef, and I knew again,
I knew again that I loved you.
Your hands rose with fingertips pressed
like kisses above the fish,
and now I cannot even remember
the face of the man who cooked our food,
I do know your hands, though,
and the swell of your lips
pressed circular around good food.

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