Elizabeth has given me five words, tourettes, purple, time, hand and slide.

In a way this is something that comes from recent events, built from the five words Elizabeth has given me and is in a way a summary of a long message I sent to her.

A little bit of chaff from the brain given to the wind and we shall see what follows.

In Between The Hands

Time has tourettes;
it ticks with the songs of crickets
it tocks like electrified rabbits.

Time bends an arm
sends a big hand
slaps purple on pink

We slide beneath the sheets
whisper bedtime stories
tell Time it is Nature's law

and in the depths of night
we nurse the sting.