On firing up over the slight
When the substantial is most definite
Apparent, and poised to smack
On walks by the upper Mersey
Gla**-eyed, both conquered
Terrified, with the sweat on our backs
On cradling each other
On battling through and making do
Spending money on credit since I got the sack
On forgiveness and tempered sentiment
Open to suggestion, but too timid to ask
Throat of a horse and crippling lack
On sparkling and dew-cheeked
A plumped cushion of hope blocking
Rigid reality and the parallel track