Mr Poetry Man
He was a strange character, that one, at times speaking only in prose.
I still don’t fully comprehend the intensity of his persona,
But I predict that it will never cease to enchant me.
I said, “ Oh Mr. Poetry Man, you are really doing something to me...”
To which he just chuckled dryly, something he had an affinity to do.
I said, “ let me paint poems across my mouth and kiss you until you understand…”
To which he eventually smiled, soft and welcoming, a true rarity in this world.
I said, “It seems the only time I can hold you is in the milliseconds between our heartbeats…”
To which he simply held my fragile hand and didn’t let go.
I said, “ maybe one day we’ll get to write our happy ending…”
To which he answered, “I promise”
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