 |
||||||||||||||
 |
 |
|||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||
|
Second Date Sitting with you at the sushi bar
Where the chef reels out rows of carcasses And knifes them to shape, I'm reminded of that scene When a character eyes his assassin And has to wipe that knowledge off his face. You're feeding my soul to its heart's content. Perhaps you're the rare connoisseur Of the misplaced heart. Perhaps you will teach me the meaning of regret For there is something in the glint of your eye, The almost-smirk in your easy charm As you deliver your lines Like a magician with his slew of card tricks, That makes my heart recoil Like a captive animal At the sharpening of knives. By Betsy Esther Tan QLRS Vol. 11 No. 1 Jan 2012_____
|
|
|||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||||||
|
||||||||||||||
|
|
|||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||
Copyright © 2001-2024 The Authors
Privacy Policy | Terms of Use |
E-mail