At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about valentines that didn’t happen.
“Never pretend to a love that you do not actually feel ….” Alan Watts
My Coquette Your badge said Altamisa, I'm sure you've fevered a few, your smile jellied me right through, and the crook of your finger stumbled thoughts in my head. The way you played your hair, tell-tale sign of coy regard, as fly to trout, down is my guard, in vein my temples burst, I'm hooked and baited. I glance your ankles, you catch my look, reading me as if a book, shifting your legs you show some more, I love your plot, while losing mine. Wanting to hold you, longing to graze your lips, he pushes past and the spell slips, somehow I misread the lie, but at the door you turn and wink.