(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.

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