Six Words

Six words can say it all.

Fish for dinner: don’t be late.

Half an hour, I’ll be there.

Bring some wine, red or white.

Room, dark; sheets, cool; skin, taut.

Her hair flowed into his mind.

She wore silk only for him.

This last goodbye erased no memories.

Once, I knew an elf. Weird?

Jesus, what did you expect? Hemingway?