The Paisley Dress
Cold sores coming into flower; more than one, but less than four. A shiny, pointy chin, and white teeth beautiful. In a three piece suit, he stands in that classic brown; comb in a pocket, and a mullet of hair; parted sideways.
He calls her Estelle; his lover in a dress that looks like a curtain – paisley leaves in places, like Eve. Happy saucer eyes, and bits of pastry on lips and chest; maybe cleavage too. And a mullet of hair; parted sideways.
thirteen dollar bunch
wild hedge, bright open poppies
young lovers smiling
Standing on a platform edge, waiting to be kissed; gently at first, then roughening up; red flowers from the Co-op blooming; price tag attached.