Thunder opens its throat

Lets out the roar of rain

Soaked I clench my overcoat

And come up to see you again.

Your smoothly sculptured neck

The trapped curving tongue

Your cage of a mouth springs open

And throws out the seeds of a song.

They grow and flower

And hour after hour.

Blessed velvet.

You whisper

The world a slave to your look

Your shapely almond tears

Your marzipan skin in a crystal stare

Your chocolate box of fears





The load off my mind

The pointed beating pulse

Stabbing instead my thumping

head

This famousness is false

You glow and glint

I blink you winked

Ice polished silk

You whisper.