mindlovemisery Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, 75 words haibun
It’s a little clichéd – wine, roses, sweets and a crackling fire. The ambiance is romantic, yes; you’re trying to seduce me. You’re too smooth by half, like Cary Grant, but I have to hold back a laugh. It’s so amusing. It’s evident you’ve done this before. I put on my coat and head for the door. You’re already reaching for the phone. No use wasting this mood.
aphrodisiac of truth
*Fol-de-rol: Excessive efforts expended on a something trivial; much ado about nothing.