#writingabouther

There’s a line to get in

just to catch a glimpse, let alone stare

your flat golden hair

falls evenly on both sides

framing your face

telling me just where to look

a guide - 

getting away with it.

But then you throw us off

you crumple up that gold

like a perfect crime

you stick it on top of your head

without foresight or malice

now it rests

like a queen on the throne

a sphere of gold

as if some sort of eye

a halo staring back at me

I really wish though

that this was black and white

You - Ingrid

Me - Humphrey

But all that gold it blinds

and I’ve gone 

grey.

Happy to live there

in some sort of probation.

So let’s instead

learn words on a menu

I’ll be a little old fashioned

you’ll stick to what’s clear

but you’re the ice in my bourbon