The Writer and The Intersection

ACT I

(The writer sees the beautiful girl

At the intersection,

So taken, 

He approaches her 
Oh to inquire.)

WRITER

Your beauty astounds me, will you not let me write you?

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

Write me? 

(The writer wrapped her head,

And 

Her heart)

WRITER 

Yes.
I will cherish every part of you like a thing so small and precious,

To lay foundations of love, 

To slap cements of affection,

I will not exist 
But 

For your skin, your hair, your eyes.

Then after we have made sweet sweet love, I will lay next to you,

Caressing you in my arms, 

Whilst my heart writes love notes to you

With the ink of my blood.

(The girl
So taken,

Oh to even exhale)

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

Yes.

(He took her by the hand, 

Started to lead her away, 

But for her,

Pausing them in their tracks.)

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

But will you love me?

WRITER

I shall write you. 

I will heap more love onto you than a single being can accept.

(Her beautiful face scrunching

Slight 

Yet angelic 

Hopeful frustration.)

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

So you will love me?

WRITER

I will write you.

Notes, poems, novels, plays.

(She loosened her fingers from his, 

Her hurt eyes turned away from his,

Not to return.)

ACT II

(The writer stood at the intersection,

Waiting to write.)