Many years ago,
I looped a raspberry ribbon...

It was before I was diagnosed
'peculiar' that he said to me...

Crisp green basking in the sunlight
Chocolate brown firmly stood, alone...

A pearl sneers
over vanilla stones...

It was Tuesday when he left me
and Friday when he returned...

Chestnut eyes skimmed a crisp page
of the free travel newspaper...

Blushed and porcelain
upon pedestal - today...

Acid eyes slice -
electric screams...

I glanced at the clock,
it was nearly that moment again...

Hush now, the pest has gone,
And whilst the fibbings may commence beginning of...

He thought I had a cold.
But my nose was bunged up from...

The bus was packed that
Sunday afternoon...