I arrive early,
secure a stool,
scope the scene
from higher ground.
My hair and makeup
a ghillie suit, to blend in
with the local fauna.
You order another round,
a dry drink
steadies the hand.
I bat my lashes,
test the winds,
countless calculations
to haul you in.
A sniper of love,
my pulse steadies,
as you brush a hair
clear from the crown,
form free-floating
legs overlapping
locking lugs.
I exhale and squeeze
my trigger of desire,
the tongues trajectory
proves true;
you’re in my sights,
I steal a kiss, then
take my shot on you.
Cover Artwork: “While She Waits”
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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