We were apples in fields of Perry,
Our exercise books were the gallery and shade where we ripened.
Your gallant smile garnished my appetite as my heart galloped.
At a chance glance you stirred the meat and the juices, I couldn’t decide between hunger and thirst.
I would have licked your lips for starters, chewed on your garter.
Every note was a recipe and I wanted you to cook my parsnip
Yet I was just fishing and you were already parsley.
Like onion and garlic English and Geography brought us together
Fondling the fringe of our fantasies in front of our future was a natural hazard.
Playing with the shape of you was the intention but, maybe I killed us thinking out loud.
Forethought and hindsight were toll roads asking us if we had enough change.
How deep were our pockets? Was I ready for yours in mine?
What’s a perfect 10 when you’re in year 9?
We never….so I guess I’ll never…..never mind
It was real at the time.
Maybe you were the first brick in a very long road
Maybe we would have found the lost city of gold
Now you’re living on the other side of a rainbow.
My flag is nowhere to be seen.
You’re the pear in a Perry field because I didn’t have the bottle.
I’m not a whine seller, simply a painter of paths.
Our moments on Fleet Street… thanks.