Total War…. ON MY HEART
Missed Connections in Washington, DC
We may work together…
but I might as well be in another feudal territory, disregarded by the ruthless yet sexy Ronin General of your Love Army.
Still, you have conquered my heart.
When you happen to look my way, I feel a tsunami arise from deep within.
My affection is like a haiku… poignant and restrictive.
I look for meaning in between the lines of your tweets, but I never see the question I yearn for.
So here I ask it, and if you see this, your response will blossom like a cherry blossom in April.
Will you be my samurai, to sweep me up to ride that white horse of love?
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Dear poet, are you looking for meaning from a samurai tsunami between lines of a tweet? 140 characters doesn’t give much space, but I suppose it’s not terribly different from a “poignant and restrictive” haiku. In my opinion, odes and notes referring to cherry blossoms and white horses are better strategies in the warm wars of the heart.
