Love Idol

He will be one:
Who’ll comb my hair
Wipe my tears
Hug me to halt
My shakes of
Anger, frustration and fear.
Sure we’ll fight
And his words may sting
But he’ll kiss them away
For ever and a day.

Now, how do I find him?

It begins with a tingle
then an irritating itch,
the pressure builds
and layers
brick
upon
brick
of force.
In some this is expelled
in one large gust of air,
but in me it comes in
tiny jets, just like the
puffs of air from the
glaucoma test machine.
My sneezes leave
me exhausted.

Made
Paper Monsters
Today.
OT education
Or adult play?
You decide
Analyse away!