LIP GLOSS
1.
Standing upright, slim and blond
on a subway platform
She pulls out a stick
to gloss her lips
He was inches away
from the curve of her arched back
A Greek gladiator’s lance
pierced him
His spider’s fine threads
spun around her
She was his!
2,
Subway arrives, but he
could not move,
Her silken hair
had wound around him
When the doors opened,
he was the one
Ensnared
— © Abraham Menashe