Sometimes, When it is late at night, You claw your way back into my mind. I am twenty three now, almost the age you were, when you sought me out. Even though i'd only just turned thirteen. I'm twenty...

(Press the key!  Make it work for you as a silent slave or ardent lover would - and, as you know - more than willingly.) Girl, are you deaf or do you always want to have the upper hand, palm...

we were sat upon once grass awaiting the season laden with  glittering gold, brass beautiful an' copper glints an' glow as  a falling star  - searching fora  haven stronger than canvas..   dipped, paused, looked left then right, ahead an' behind ..   was a...

silence reigns, sitting on clouds of golden thought it whispers rather than musics songs sans end holds its tongue at moments clock mimics cuckoo..  turning keys are both well come friend or - farewells whilst kaleidoscopes collaborate  far beyond  space speakers talk of seasons,...

silence reigns, sitting on clouds of golden thought it whispers rather than musics songs sans end holds its tongue at moments clock mimics cuckoo..  turning keys are both well come friend or - farewells whilst kaleidoscopes collaborate  far beyond  space speakers talk of seasons,...