Matchmaker

The blood red city quickens
An undateable heartthrob
But there was at least one prospect
Someone who had a “crush” on all those buildings
And the lights, and the dark blue sky
And the people as one amorphous entity

The man appealed to her vanity
Flirting coyly over a drink in a moody restaurant
Strolling quietly but purposefully through the parks and canals
Finally  the perfect view came to him at dusk
A pink sky against tired gritty structures
Looming trees above were just props in this budding romance
All that money spent on a matchmaker was worth it
Leaning in for a kiss, the man’s heart quickened to match the pulse of his lady
She had divorced a ship and was on the market and as eager as he was

Quicken

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