Writing Prompt inspiried by MiCasaWriter’s collective. Create a dialogue between two people in poem format.
Me: Can you fight the sun?
Him: . . .
Me: I’m stretching for gold here and teleporting through magma just to get a bit of reaction from you.
Him: I don’t know what you’re saying.
Me: I think you do. I’m almost too shot to bleed and I think teardrops are starting to clot holes in me.
Him: I’m not the excuse for your disintegration.
Me: And my body was never your personal invasion but I still allowed you to break down pavements inside.
Him: I thought you said you didn’t mind? You also said you liked being tied down…
Me: Oh, so we’re making jokes now?
Him: You swelter in romantic repression. I can’t give you a fraction of the affection you require.
Me: This isn’t a job interview, I’m not trying to hire you.
Him: You could’ve proved me wrong.
Me: My breath can’t correlate with the feelings I possess.
Me: My thoughts want to run to you but my body can only rest.
Him: I’m sorry but this is getting a little weird and a little too deep.
Me: Just imagine how I felt when you were in me.