As the story continues,
two kindred spirits merge into one;
chapter after chapter,
like a rose is a rose is a rose.
For a relationship – what do we prefer?
Prose or poetry? Long-term or short-distance?
At some point enjambements, I guess.
The arc of suspense lets its arrow fly
into the well-known unknown.
It never fails, it always hits.
But why cutting long stories short?
The attention-span has become so thin,
almost as thin as truth and justice.
I mean, sometimes I would like to find
needles in hay-stacks
and blow everything up here.
Wouldn‘t that be fun and childlike.
But hey, I found someone to love,
I mean to really love, and not just to love.
Someone to cuddle and bodyheat with,
someone to spend an entire week with
in a rainy windy city behind thick-skinned walls.
Well done! Bravo! Lucky you!
The arc of suspense lets its arrow fly.
I admit, that’s the most difficult part.
What I love about this?
He might be the one.