FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

love should not
be an instant
coffee
takes time you keep
on telling me that

like bread, a dough
that needs at least a yeast
a night where something
must slowly grow in fact a little
darkness is a necessity
for it to become really love
you could be wrong
my love has always been
instant
whirlwind romance
a sudden marriage
a slur of a blur
a spontaneous union
where not a word is
wasted
where decisions are
quick as brown foxes
jumping over a rage
of rivers
what was quite long was the
loneliness
it was elongated like
a leaf of a knife
which someone like me
cannot really
withstand anymore
any longer
this longing for an instant
solution
trying to avoid an instantaneous
demise of my senses
of being, of that inability to
learn anymore how to live for
another hour
because the past failed
because love proved itself wrong
because nothing went right
because a fish had come out from the dried river
in a minute needs water
and well anyway
just the same
dies....