We drank the samecup of tea, we are in thesame cup of tea. I pick thefly out, us good to go.
The two of us, (a cat)your romance, your love,that’s that- I nod“that’s that, our love”
A heart of roses. RO-SE-S!none of them- I prefer liliesto roses, white lilies, pink lilies,no orchids, no carnations.
I still prefer Dickens toDostoyevsky, and desertsto the shore- no drowning,no more heights,
no conquests, the wind nottoo shaky to throw us apart.The mirage of a womandisappears in the dunes,
she fades like the old woman’seyebrow and falls off the eyelashI keep a count of. I swim acrossthe sea, no sea waves,
no titillating salt andno naked men, in lovethere are no sides, like war.The woman in the epic said
“share it among you five”I tell you; I don’t trust manythese days. If they ask you toleave, you are the trap.
You at roses, to speak of thornsand red; the whirl, you at thespiralling game. Love not red,nothing red about it.
It meets the preparationbefore game, we never meetbetween checkers. I might singthe single for you to win.
The de-robe after the game,before you tell me youmust walk off, that’s allthat I say about love.
Love like lilies in the sun-the blazing day, simply liliesat the place to board-Love like, you, me-
The smiling men at theregular bistro, the catleaping at our sight,
dogs do too!