The Whole Spread

He asked what do you bring to the table? With a smile on my face

I told him not a damn thing. Now with the look of confusion

and slight sadness on his face, this is when I start to explain.

Don't ask what I bring I brought the flame, the plate,

the fork, the whole damn thing My table said

before you came through I don't bring a thing I am the

whole spread from the candlelight glow to the silk on the bed

you're eating good cause I set the scene I'm the dream dream you don't