Dishwasher,Corps-à-corps— (the jury sleeps ) — en-garde, pret, allezhand on hiltshuffling over laminatefoyersofagarage…
Cake, not Ice Cream,Is what we crave,What we want,What we deserve;But who knows when she will give it up?
In response to Zev’s One-Line poem prompt Ishq/love.
A lambtreads over sprawled lion
Predicted reaction Our shadow’s attractionLunch double dateNoon shadows hateSecluded spotOut of earshotSure it’s risky…
Don’t mock the male mantis
Thought she fooled her he?