A Post Peace Pantoum.

Before my next depressive fret, I sat
in grass while passing lip-locks off to her.
That day, she cooled my core with precious pats.
Before, we swallowed scents and let love stir.

In grass, while passing lip-locks off to her,
I pried into her eyes with soothing tunes.
Before, we swallowed scents and let love stir
that past dull day before my future fumes.

I pried into her eyes with soothing tunes
that day. She cooled my core with precious pats.
That past dull day before my future fumes,
before my next depressive fret, I sat.