Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense,  To beloved ones

A painter

crop faceless couple holding hands on balcony
Photo by Anete Lusina on

As painted, it might not be indelible.

Indeed people in great novels tend to say it is.

Anybody with good sense would say:

Just find a partner, anyone.

To relieve energy.

Or to satisfy fair vanities.

Or to practice for the one ahead to come.

Which of it?

Anybody, anyone.

In a funny game to play

For a moment,

instantaneous pleasure!

BUT I’m weird!

I want the one written here, somewhere…

The one faded name, illegible already

But still not washed off by lie.

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