FLIRTATION

A smile,
Flip the hair,
Work that glossy mane like you mean it.
A grin,
A teasing remark,
Hands all aflutter,
A mutual attraction.
One blonde, one brunette.
Neither too worried about menstruation.

SOUR

Discordant without remorse
A sour sound
Where do we go to now?
The melody is gone
And so is the soul.
Embittered black hole
Is all that's left.