Issue # 12 June 2012
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
Flirt

You
They
Hinted
Suggested
We should – perhaps – flirt
An attempt at "conter fleurette".
But you are clueless and I have forgotten the moves
Thus I end up telling you three short stories instead
Tales of flowers gone mad with love
Growing thorns for hearts
And lethal
Sombre
Tale
Ends

So
We
Fly, run
Move away
From translation threat
Starting to count flowers instead
A myriad at a time, circling the galaxy
A pretty hunt it is, we lose our mind on the way
Ending up with bouquets of stars
Burning through our hearts
And fingers
So fierce
We
Kiss