it is that time of year when we are told
love is in the air, here there 'n everywherey
west or east — global the market with midas gold
straight to trans-late, gay archaic or new a-fairy
kama drops a consonant — karma doth follow
Dushyanta even though he put a ring on it
Shakuntala forgotten —a fate hard to swallow
Littered aeons with read rose la romantic lit
in male gaze the female glaze
me-too when meethai sours
in female gaze the male erase
merlin mermaid medusa powers
miss no photo-op on miles high
click those smiles ever so sly
no kiss but a fortune will cookie tell
he paid her in full — all ends swell
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
