I have heard about the civilized,
     the marriages run on talk, elegant and
     honest, rational.  But you and I are
     savages.  You come in with a bag,
     hold it out to me in silence.
     I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
     and understand the message:  I have
     pleased you greatly last night.  We sit
     quietly, side by side, to eat
     the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
     fragrant sauce dripping out,
     and glance at each other askance, wordless,
     the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
     laid along the sill to show
     a friend sits with a friend here.

                                 --Sharon Olds