Mr Pistachios
By Teri Merlyn
Published 1 January 2021
Like fruit out of reach
The sweetest nut
Is the one to be lost
The young man I never knew
The lover never touched
Who reached into me
Somewhere deep
Really had me going
For a while there
Put a glint in my eye
Evoked febrile hopes
Invaded my dreams
With those few simple words
That I answered twenty
For every one of his
She said…..
I showed you to my daughter
She asked, “What is his game?”
I said I didn’t know
Don’t even know your name
She said, “Oh that bit’s easy.
I can guess it really fast. His name for you is ‘Trouble’
And his yen for you won’t last.”