A gallop, a trot and a walk.

In a whirlpool romance
he was spun dry,
she remained wet.

During a whirlwind marriage
she was blown free,
left to rust
he became dirty.

On a gentle cycle
through the highs and lows
of temperate understandings,
love was the tickle
on the trickle
never reaching
the end.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

I love naughty poems with a "Spin cycle".
gently, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

LOl it wasn’t that naughty Pat. Thanks for reading. My computer doesn’t work so I’m using a tablet.