He was a substance boy
hard atoms
lava blood
brain hard wired to the moon
And she was a liquid girl
not much more than a pool
could evaporate to a speck
gold in the hold
hearts on the deck

skewered…

He lived in a town a
town made of gingerbread
a town called Sweetness
She visited once and found it agreeable
although she failed to see
what all the fuss was about
but the liquorice chimneys that was a nice touch
Gingerbread houses……
cool enough
until it rained because when it rained
it rained tea
she hadn’t been ready for that…
…and neither had he.