A Biss
Our two wills
clashed in battle.
Yet, neither of us dared to strike the fatal blow.
We were brash,
Ensnared,
Dead-locked in a corner.
I started to count the stairs,
Overcome with an urge
to capitulate, to walk away.
Then we spoke about the letter O
And the number 10.
Who can remember who started it?
And we spoke about other things.
We forgot the issues.
We forgot our wills.
The corner then seemed perfect
For our insuppressible kiss.
A Battle turning into a Kiss.
Abyss to a Biss.
Yet, neither of us dared to strike the fatal blow.
We were brash,
Ensnared,
Dead-locked in a corner.
I started to count the stairs,
Overcome with an urge
to capitulate, to walk away.
Then we spoke about the letter O
And the number 10.
Who can remember who started it?
And we spoke about other things.
We forgot the issues.
We forgot our wills.
The corner then seemed perfect
For our insuppressible kiss.
A Battle turning into a Kiss.
Abyss to a Biss.
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