(1)
While stirring your spirit, you asked:
What's your poison?
Love. I whispered.
(2)
Tell me
little, little lies
truthfully.
(3)
Your slipping
away is
a sestina.
(4)
Lancet of love:
oxymoron
like our love.
(5)
Her penultimate query:
underscored
seriousness of the subject.
(6)
What happens
effortlessly—
meant to be.
