Flavours and Fragrances

You couldn't argue with me over colour shades

And you won most of the arguments about fragrances

A gender reversal probably was the flavour of the season

Of the togetherness that tastes a tad sour to you now

It is another flavour I cherish, without it I wouldn't know me who got left from the right

And there I go scribblings smart metaphorical paxis from what is colloquial

A poet I may yet make of myself, a seasoned one who writes of flavour

Of a sourness that remains together with my life now