Five, Three Liners

Milking kindness to the hilt
Snake tongued humans were finally
Impaled by wrath’s unerring arrow

Edging sideways, he painfully
Wended girth through the narrow
Alleys of now airborne class, economy

Tastefully coifed and gowned, unschooled
Albeit musically, she closed her eyes gently
Handing over reins to her discerning heart

Nature and ancient cities’ achingly beautiful sights
Sashayed down her travel plans, garbed in gamut
Of haut couture hues, making her spill joy, constantly

Full moon’s magnetic pull failed miserably in her case
Neither tide nor wolf, her committed senses were fully
Attuned to eager footfalls of her expected beloved


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