We drank the same
cup 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 to
Dostoyevsky, and desertsto the shore- no drowning,no more heights,no conquests, the wind not
too shaky to throw us apart.The mirage of a womandisappears in the dunes,she fades like the old woman’s
eyebrow and falls off the eyelashI keep a count of. I swim acrossthe sea, no sea waves,no titillating salt and
no 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 thorns
and red; the whirl, you at thespiralling game. Love not red,nothing red about it.It meets the preparation
before 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 the
regular bistro, the catleaping at our sight,dogs do too!
