beside fish filled pond
fly chaffinches sweeping up...

...
...Stillness...

one, two. . .
he struck her back...

their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...

Into a spaceship
climb Ziggy and Major Tom...

Fasting is casting its light over me.
A sacrifice, not nice, still I'm happy...

Seedling
Watered and fed...

On a lonely night
the threat of agony looms...

A blood curdling scream wakes me
with a terrifying start...

Fingers tips feel their way, searching, searching...
Like a scent on the wind, my fragrance whispers...

Feminine lips capture my heart.
Firing desire before we start...

31-5-16
overflowing grief...