Her Wayward Path, The False Entries

The garlic
Hides most of our fears
Losses & gains

She is thrice times me
A backyard tan
Signs of the subtle rub

Expenditure accounts
And the balancing entries
Plucked from God

We admire each other’s progress
Fruit on top
Whipped cream!

Her peak
Was our outstanding
I climbed it endlessly

Those dreamy mountain peaks
In cloud & shadow
The wetness of adventure

My stylistic ways
Her sense of fairness
My stumbling style

Her momentary appreciation
My lips around her moist obsessions
That twinkling in our eyes