Leileah Kasperyan Poet Kyrielle

Flirting

To flirt, a clever game of words
flying free, a small flock of birds
startled into a scattered flight,
wishing, this once, to get it right. 

Encounters with a clever quip
bring on a quiver of the lip,
any worse does terror ignite 
wishing, this once, to get it right.

An invite to a coffee date
turns me into a sorry state
evoking pity for my plight
wishing, this once, to get it right.

A silent fate is mine to bear
while seeming like I do not care.
I must be quite the silly sight,
wishing, this once, to get it right.

6.12.2016

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Doug Vinson December 6, 2016 at 2:36 PM 7. Excellent poem, Leileah! Lots of people will read this and think, "Yes, that's the way it is." Leileah Kasperyan December 15, 2016 at 3:42 PM That's certainly how I feel sometimes, Doug! X