s./j. goldner - blend

clothed in chauvinism
indelible tie and crisp
linen

fettered to femininity
aura of affection dipped
in spring

he is drinking gin.
but do not summon experts
for he

cradles it,
albeit caustic concerns
to his promiscuous health.

she is drawing cigs.
but do not evince a heed
for she

enjoys them,
despite vile detriments
to her guileless verdure.

gin with tonic blend
nicotine breaths:
indiscernible.

s./j. goldner

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