We are but vapour beneath the clouds
Translucent passion under the horizon...

Rubies never sinned
Or satisfied our hunger...

As snow does to a fire
God will pierce the light...

His bright, blue eyes masked with tufts of hair
The colour of golden honey...

Kiss the nymph and melt the funnels
Of logic, manners, common sense...

The voices and aromas
Arouse my senses...

I fell in love with a Minotaur last night
And felt dragonflies pierce the dawn...

Sensuous laughter under the daisy-tree-plant
Stickily turning in fire...

Take my heart and split it
In three parts, not two...

A Sestina...

Picture the sky-high billboards
With black ink dabbled in honey to...

Take me to your wildest party
Where and there I'll strip bare and bubble...