Tonight, I write again

when you become bored of repetition
you’ll desist from saying the same thing twice
you will stutter no more in your mission
it’d suffice to be short, nice and precise

there is nothing to be written tonight
such actions i have abhorred to repeat
but i will love to read a book despite
about sweats, shivers, suites and something sweet

if perchance we become a kind of dance
tango, my love, stride, step, posture and pause
choose an expanse and leap to its romance
until we no more remember the cause

if we ever become bored of blinking
our eyes may have gotten used to shrinking.

leonell echa