Poems ✍️

Plots come and go, like wild seas stripped of pride.
In the heart of melodrama, life thrives
in various eateries and board rooms and in
beach homes; scrubbed entities harboring those
trapped in the kisses we know are stolen.
Nothing is made up, if the world is
learned; roads to Bikini remain potent knowledge.

Our planned reality; embellished with only
desire, shouldn't be worshipped or despised,
but seen with eyes wary of each twist. Sound
stages turn in a turning world. Lights
sweep monolgues. Martinis are stirred like lust,
when viewers ponder their own latent flaws.