You do not ply me with champagne that tickles. Nor choice oyster morsels that soft slipping trickle. But dangle to entangle, a dread bready carrot to...
We study each other a whispered kiss apart, with eyes hard-glazed like cats: yours an amber tiger's pounce soft landing upon fluffed pillows beneath...
Isn't this the time of year when one could gaze in endless wonderment, as Nature, frantic in the final closure of autumn, braces itself against clear...
Friday moon, sharp hung with September's knife edge upon mellowed memories of receding rubied wines; finally surrenders to oblivion of ink-bled night...
In Reykjavik it's raining gales howling black and blue blown cobwebs from our dreaming the threads twixt me and you In Eglissta∂ir it's drizzling sky...