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?