Gender

Men abound on earth
Of different hue
And make temperament heritage
But all with an iPhone
or a Samsung Galaxy, an htc or a Blackberry
Talking in different tongues

And then there were the women
Looking over their shoulders
Sitting on daddy's shoulders
With the strange power to embrace
the vulnerable with the strong
Jezebels at heart
Pirates in spirit

Supplication

I do not presume
But I would like a little something

Three cascading drops of pearls
Falling from her earlobe
In ascending order of size

Elegant arch of a disdainful pale face
Red bow lips and sleek mouse
Coloured hair

Tearing away the gaze as eye
Catches eye - his eyes
Enquiring yet non-committal
Hot nor cold

Holding worlds of possibility
And of nothing

We slide on along the
Gravy train.
Try this, try that, Sir, Madame.

Till we find the seat to slot
Ourselves
Into.