June 1, 2013
Felix Fifteen Months.
August 26, 2013


We said goodbye, before we said hello.
Assuming judging guessing thinking too low,
Killing the sweet green shoots of promise
Our distorted senses telling us our kiss
Was not pure,  but jaundiced in colour.
Afraid of what whispering friends might say;
That your intentions were dishonourable and I would pay.
If only gentleness and kindness could prevail;
Listen to the purr of the cat, let us tell a different tale.