Wednesday, 11 May 2016

The flowers of romance

A metaphor here
And a simile goes here
Because I project my longing onto you
And you seem perfect
At the moment

Hormones here
And DNA here
Ensure that humans repeat the dance
Over generations
And generations

There’s no poetry here
Just verses here
Because there’s nothing better to do
Than yawn, write and recount
Binary boredom

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