A pungent moss smell engulfs
narrow room, as bachelors line
against peeling walls. Bulging guts
and eyes, they grumble deeply.
I consider each distinctive color
mixture, stature, markings. Finally
I stretch out my trembling, freshly
polished hand and choose the slender
greyed lover. Sealed eyes, taking
a deep breath, I pucker glossed lips,
bringing them closer to the bugged-
breath winner; hopeful to behold
my prince, when they open again.