A Fishy Catch

Mason tagged Penelope

on a dating app,

and three years later,

Penelope told Mason he was it

before their family and friends

at an altar in a white gazebo.

It was a sleepy Saturday afternoon.

The couple had their feet propped

on the maple table

as they peered over the balcony.

Penelope sipped chilled vitamin water

from a frosty glass with rocks

and a splash of rum.

Lake Erie folded over itself.

The sun reflected shades of orange

hues off the rippling water.

Mason and Penelope

knew what most lovers

who visited First Date’s Fish and Chips

didn’t know.

The lake moved over itself,

drifting a salty scent,

and fish that bite lines on poles

for meals with sweethearts deals,

delicate lust parsed confidence

in women wearing red dresses

and Persian skin.

This lake gives life and love,

and it started with a dating app.

Penelope bit her bottom lip

and gave him a hungry look.

Mason had plenty to feed

her on the barbecue

and between their silk sheets.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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