Friday 1st April 2011, A. Palmer
My ways are, at times,
darker than the Jamaican in her.
Sense forsaken, I often induce
black tissues soaked in tear duct juice.
I’m not particularly proud of it,
and her tongue can be spicy too.
Quite, until my gentler side enters the foray
to relent the crushing of her English rose, they say
we “make for a fiery combination”.
A by-product of such a strong connection,
is our retaliation,
and their rejection.