scented

since it sent
a scent of sense
and sensibility
a reality
in bits
of her name

became in.sane IT

"... he IS comin' ..."
oh shit!... she smiles

and I'm ready for it

it seemed only
a matter of time
before a door
would become
their rhyme

"... who's bread...?"

she really is

and a bit well read
in her reasoning...
reasons green

"... so he left his things ..."

clubs a bit boring
without an outpouring
don't you think?

laughter in the rafters
are a quire 
extra on the pickles
"... and tomatoes?..."
know more

She's the Primer
and a gentle

reminder

"... I'll go find her ..."
he remembered 

he said

and so 

he did.