I saw it while dreaming of the restaurant.
Seating parties of varying sizes to tables;
Assembling a dynamic loop of a jigsaw puzzle.
Chess like square-dancing.
Moving quickly whilst not appearing to hurry.
A skeletal, thin, blonde woman wears a strange stow made of scraps of many types of fabrics.
When she stands and puts her hands on her hips,
the effect is she appears like a plush, red heart.
When she appears as such,
those I’m seating, I seat without menus.
They are different and seem to be unperceived by the menued others.
A menuless and short but muscular man, fiftyish perhaps,
looks at me,
as my stride slides alongside
his seat at a table for two.
He leans his neck back slowly as I approach.
I stretch my torso forward and past my legs;
I crane my neck.
I watch his head twist a dramatic 90° as I find myself directly aside him.
I am mid stride and passing him by
and, somehow when he parts his licked lips, I find my mouth upon his,
four eyes smiling like two idiots.
A fast pair of deep kisses.
I withdraw, not missing a step.
I am shocked at how seamlessly and seemingly naturally, I warmly dropped my professionalism.
I intuit any other diner or employee perceptive enough to have noticed this exchange, would have found themselves smiling.
I am stunned at the strange pride felt at
his bidding my kiss so publically, innocently, and nonchalantly.
And, within this very non-lucid dream,
I felt dream jà vu.
I’d not met him before; but I
knew him still.