Who's Flirting With Whom
Who’s Flirting With Whom
A dangerous game this flirting.
Removing the breastplate
lowering the defenses
playing the jester.
Approaching the fully armed,
seeking a weakness in their defenses
toying with rebuke, rejection
stumbling over words.
“Is that your dog?”
“Does he want ketchup
with my calf?”
“No, but he is partial to fries.”
She gave me her number,
offered to pay any medical bills.
I gave her my number,
offered to take her out for fries.
The dog snarled and gave me that
back off buddy look.
The ER nurse said that I had very nice legs
the scarring would be minimal.
She intimated that the grey at my temples
accentuated the flecks of gold in my eyes.
I blushed.
She gave me her number.
John G. Lawless
7/13/2015
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