Day: Dec 13, 2015
The breeze which hangs around me says surprise
and something’s in the air with pregnant yen.
I caught a glimpse of light in Saturn’s eyes —
in space beyond my stalled carcinogen.
The carpet stretched in front is coloured red;
my cobwebbed old tuxedo takes a bow.
The wind then howled: “I want you in my bed”.
The spirit in me said “Let’s do it. Now”.