When the hunters are gathered
In hushed tones
Behind the thicket
Each signs out his intended prey
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They stare
Their eyes burning holes into me
Some searching me
Others looking right through me
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Here is to friendship and his social calls
To the forgettable girlfriend introductions
And the noisy games with the boys
To the draining Sunday lunches
...
1.
Find the one
Call and inbox her
Dine and wine her
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As to the moretlwa tree
We get pulled by the bountiful
Sweetness of the fruits
And forget all about the ants
...
Today I saw a bright-yellow cactus flower
Cuddled between a group of hardy thorns
Remembering your farrowed face
I grimaced and plucked it out for you
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There are many ways
To finding love
When it comes to having love
And keeping it
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She
What a sack of hard muscled manhood!
Why does he lion me so with his catlike stare?
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Who met happiness recently?
The puffy-eyed
Young couple next door,
Or the noisy
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When the talking is quite
Of stories of loves
And how eternally we are bound
Each to their own love
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