She came rambling along with a Flaubert
and sat next to my table.
Condemned
as if by
eternal laws
I gazed
profusely
at her daintier aspects
Our eyes met
and I soared higher
singing chants of love.
Ignoring my soul’s beckoning,
her frigid eyes
danced to the simmering delicacies on her table
tore me apart like sliced bread.
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