Was a tunnel , a dark road

no hues no lights 

Crooked, tortous

labyrinthine, devious and hopeless!

Crossroads, sideroads, bad exits!

This traveller rigmaroled until he found her…

He read her, learned her

He used her, showed her

He made her, he loved her

His voyage became hers and hers his…

His journey…

…Dedicated to pink