She
knelt down...

Carefully he takes aim,
Understanding each shot must be perfect...

Snake he slithers on the ground.
Snake he doesn't make a sound...

Craving dark passion,
In chunks of addictive bliss...

Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard...

A familiar noise at
the front door...

Each message
from you to me...

Clomp, clomp, stomp...
I stagger heavy booted...

You've said 'no' to the crisps,
And pushed away the cream cakes...

Open hands release
French white doves into the path...

Albert Frederick Arthur George
Indian Emperor and so much more...

O O O O O O O O O O O
O O O O O O O O O...