Two poems

A life in transit
 She peers out the window 
 Slow shutter speed on fast cars
 In the night --
 The world passes her by. 

Love is a piece of cake
 Love is a piece of cake
 Chocolate mousse, perhaps.
The first moments of bliss, soon
Guilt, Doubt, Truth.
I set the fork down,
Disgusted.
But eager, wanting more -
I don't learn my lesson.