i often spell it worng,
met on the station,
like a film, black and white.
kissed, discussed the world,
and poetry over coffee, in exhibition,
with fish n’ chips, recommended by
the locals, tasted like dripping, lovely.
visited an old house,i talked about
my old house, we discovered cures
for ghastly things with diagrams, all
spelled with ‘f’ s.
over tea, we turned black and
white again. decided,
any difference should make no difference,
the third word not allowed,
we are friends in colour.