I finally find
that silken touch
I crave,
in the murky depths
of the Tofu section.
The question
An awkward silence
hangs in the air.
Her casual beauty
makes me aware of things,
I didn’t know existed
A racy heartbeat,
a heavy breath
a tied tongue.
I can’t wait longer
I need to know
I muster up courage,
and ask,
‘Alexa, what’s the forecast for today?’
