In next to no time, it will be yet another memory
That began with a coffee at midday on a Friday
As June made ready to bid yet another adieu
Of illicit hellos, g'nights and craziness in between
Of emojis, oh-goodness so many emojis
Butterfly kisses, star-filled skies, fireworks and explosions, monkeys and horses
Of poetry, some so sensual, and risqué memes
Of polite hellos
That god-knows-how morphed into words that burned through my phone
To ignite quite-forgotten urges and wants
Warning signs were there
Those tell-tale 100% emojis that I had heard before
Knowing deep-down they perhaps were not so
Yet another fire monkey leading me down a scorching path
Where I would get burnt, stumble and then alone
Get up to brush off the remnants of a torrid interlude
There is no anger, there is hardly any pain
It was two adults in their cone of silence
Eating of forbidden fruit
We were but novelties, one to the other
Fully aware that novelties must wear thin
So tis best to leave before they become flimsy and worthless
Memories of forbidden fruit are so much more delicious, after all
So, to my fire monkey poet, July was short-lived but such a pleasure.
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