Music dancing in the background,
an ill noticed show of admiration,
begging our attendance.
But attention is elsewhere.
Young curiosity weaves between our feet
demanding center stage,
meowing for affection.
But we cant look away.
Simmering, boiling, sauteed sustenance
threatens to be overdone if we don't watch.
Still we sigh in each other,
not seeing, choosing to be oblivious,
for a stolen moment
nestled between the two of us.
Comfortable, complete, contagious...