Smiling, it squirts its juices,
delighting in matchmaking,
just like Cupid, whose misaimed arrow,
it recalls, once struck it.
Lucentio and Bianca:
a happy match;
they owe much to it, it knows.
Lysander and Hermia;
Demetrius and Helena…
well, they eventually thanked it too.
But Queen Titania and Bottom…
Love-in-Idleness giggles
…A flower has to have its fun.
Its scans the sleeping eyes
wondering who is next
for its powerful love potion.
I’ve personified the flower, Love-in-Idleness (it mostly appears in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but is also briefly mentioned in The Taming of the Shrew)
for Deb’s contest
Categories:
misaimed, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Diligence dallies,
drawn between soft-shoe shuffle
of whispering corners,
where finger walking negates talking
‘cos tongues are knotted in spittoon embrace,
and voyeuristic carnage vomiting
from polished pine floor,
where stiff dicks bob to a racing heart
and booty is shaken not stirred.
Ice cube charms melting
under heated collars swerving to avoid
dangerous curves with no safety net
to cushion their fall,
and is it the last dance
when weaving a straight line
with digits as wet as the gusset
they dethroned,
or self relief merely misaimed.
Categories:
misaimed, life, people, social
Form: I do not know?