Modern love

by Andrada Costoiu

Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing well! I have been absent because I am engrossed in writing my second novel. I am still writing poetry , so I am going to share with you a poem that has never been published. I will post this in installments, because it’s really long. So here is the first part:) Enjoy!

Part I

In the summertime, on a day like this,
I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse.
I was a bit down for the lack of color,
 I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!

The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke,
Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke.
He washed the city’s gray away,
Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.

He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel,
He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!”
My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch!
My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”

In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place,
Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace.
Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar,
Me with my purse, him with his guitar.

Effervescent music,
His strings sounded like Jimmy Page,
When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets,
And sometimes on the stage. 

It all felt so good,
I wanted this to last!
To play my part in it at once,
Was what I felt, was I must!

I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, 
To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, 
Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand,
Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!

In wholly ingratiated state,
My man passed out, face down on his plate,
From drinking a bit more,
And eating the cold nachos from the day before.

Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing,
When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring.
A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout,
She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!

Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox,
Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox!
His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast,
It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!

My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure,
I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure.
With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat,
He kept denying everything, unable to admit.

Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep,
I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep!
Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar,
I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

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