by Andrada Costoiu

Here is Part I + Part II , stay tuned for more:) I am including part 1, for the ones who did not have a chance to read it yesterday.

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!

Part II

Conference on Mount Olympus, with Eros on the stand,
His wings are gently flapping, his face is really tanned.
“I came today to tell you, that I fell in disgrace,
I do not know what’s happening down there, with the entire human race!”

“What do you mean?” asked Zeus, his voice sounded like the thunder,
“Have deep spiritual and erotic yearnings gone down under?”
“No!”, says embarrassed Eros, “but they come through a box,
Just like in one of recent cases, named Swiper da Fox!”

“A box?” murmured them all, and puzzled they fell, 
Not sure how a box can cast the love spell.
“A box, “ continues Eros, “that takes selfies and can move in slow motion,
Making the ones involved to quiver with emotion!”

Apollo clutched his headphones, he fixed his laurel wreath,
Perseus checked his knife and drew it from its sheath, 
Artemis pet her deer, Poseidon gulped a glass of water,
The nine Muses together, were pondering on the matter …..

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