I shot a sideways stare
At you my marigold
You gravely peered back, we grinned.
Your amethyst took me in.
My heaven made sapphire,
I remember.
When the bun got into the oven,
The burning slate n the desertIs now a shadow I dread.
The one time kissy lips
Are the Dutchman’s pipe
Your once tender palm,
I mean the soothing flesh-
Which like street light showed me the way
Is now a scratchy twig.
Ah woman!
Are you a mechanic?
© Namaganda