I still love this poem, especially the quick flashes of impression and the sparsity of language.
Second Date
Honey.
Dark
liquid
dangerous.
Flashes of white,
punches of lust
swift-kick me in the gut.
Suddenly red,
a flash of fire-
Whoosh!
I walk away, unsatisfied,
Intrigued.
Yes!
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