A Sunday Whirl from my dining room/office for the day

Did some writing at the dining room table today.I was thinking that dining rooms are a bit of a relic of the past.I mean, holy smokes, a whole room dedicated to eating supper?Absolutely round here. Lovely to share with friends, catch up with C at the end of the day and lovely for a spot of writing too.Here is the Sunday Whirl. Felt a bit like a relationship bunch of words:women, men, power, wish, damaged, way, think, single, thread, bound, within, weready?begin with a single threadthis poem is as uncertain as a bodythe body lies damaged with self doubtbound by a single thoughtthe body covered with question marksstill men and women wish within itwe think in parallel shapeslook there is another body in the bedlick it all over with your tonguefeel uncertainty give way to powerThis adds or subtracts doubtThat is the way it is