an ode to her.

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I wanted to get something published tonight, so I wrote a few limericks from Jim's POV throughout season 2.

the colour is red,
the blood in your head,
our hands brushing, light
your face burning bright
till you go home to him and are filled with silent dread.

our names make jam
that's jim, but also pam
you smile at me, we're just friends
but little do you know, you drive me to extreme ends
i ponder over cheese and ham.

i wonder how you feel
when you meet my gaze of devoted steel
do you know how much i care
or do you simply ignore it and stare
into my eyes as i choose to conceal.

the woman of kindness and virtue,
that i choose to always pursue,
her name brings me a smile,
even just for a while,
but she remains hidden, through and through.

her lips are soft, i learnt tonight,
she grabbed my hair, let our tongues fight,
her dress was shiny,
the colour of sea, wet and briny,
yet there i left her, walking off into the night.

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