Three steps forwards,

the girl surely took

and on her path did find


the boy to wake her heart

from its frozen state

and bring clarity to her mind.


He spoke to her,

rambling away the thorns

on every stroll they took,


and never for a moment

did she feel

that he hadn’t understood.


A display at the exhibit

Twist it good,

squeeze the dye from the rag

and paint broad strokes

over their eyes.


Tease them, taint them,

make them crave

the taste of inking,

have them savour

the sharpness on their tongues.


Tempt them with

cherry-laced vinegar

that leaves a permanent stain

on white memory,

and finally gather

their multi-coloured tears.