Half way there

In the half night of the twilight

My eyes half open half shut

I speed silently through the short cut air

I follow her.

And she knows. She blows hot and cold.

She shouted and I was told

In no uncertain terms “I don’t go out with worms”

I found that quite cruel I may be a fool

But a worm?

I turned into a cyclone

Sped home

Phoned her up she cut me short.

Caught off guard

She didn’t give an inch never mind a yard.

Steely and hard.

Sometimes as soft as a lilting lisp

A Wendy o’ the wisp

A drawn out lingering kiss in the mist

I love her.


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