Girl, your silver-tipped prose  was going to haemorrhage me   word circus turned me to clown    In octagon of mirrors in the gallery cafe  where lipstick palimpsest on coffee cups  colour rouge all the shades of desire,  I viewed her nipples from eight different angles  through the ‘God?’ emblazoned on her thin t-shirt,   reflected to crack’d promises  who dared walk on broken ice?    China...

in your dark days I want to be the lightsmiling sunshine and parting the shadowsit is in me to need but I long to give to youcherished desire you are beautifulpassion's rebellion to serve youon my knees to please...

darkly I come daring you to see meresist the urge to touchmy cold would burnsalacious thoughts draws us togetherbut darlin I'm not prettypain overflows and makes me jealousa quality I resentquietly I listen to your thoughtsyou're a woman's manI...

the moon you dance toothe stars you weep fora cosmos of facesbut one starstruck angel captivatedserenity in a smileethereal qualities, summer sunshinebut the sun can burnand you learned beauty concealsdirty little secretslies of omissionthe flocks of admires you have...

I don’t need her, She doesn’t need me. Yet we’ll want each other For eternity.