We gel rather incongruously,
like mint in smoke,
chewing gum after two burnt cigarettes.
Refreshing. intoxicating.
A study in chaos.
We gel rather inconveniently,
like that half centimetre
between your heel and the shoe,
which lets the fancy leather
dig into your skin anyway.
We gel rather particularly,
like striped dresses on ladies
hoping optical illusions will make
the extra folds disappear,
as polka dots blush beetroot.
We gel rather inconveniently,
like the hunger for more
when the last drop of a shared beer
tickles the throat.
But, it’s a solo drive home.
We gel tardily,
like hour-hand footprints
and minute-hand boot-prints,
chasing and failing
in the muddy snow.

But
Like a trunk hugging vine and
a strong WiFi signal,

I’m grateful for you.