lunch with a guy

[creativesoul]

he watched her
paranoid sabotage
written on lips
fire within
stronger hips
played on motion
mirage
sand and cactus


she knew after one lunch
that this thing would never begin
on him she would not munch
the few questions she asked revealed
what she suspected to be true
shaking hands
hidden agenda
all blue
used to lying
she watched
his bullshit frying
amused
the guise of her writing
a letter to her
smiled while fighting

amidst
delighting
she would never
complete
the feat
insisting
her format
clever
but never
eat that again

[dadio]

Well said and captured.