Lines of Gold
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
and that’s what I fear.













