I am open my beloved,

She grew older with graceand wore Persian lace.She died lonely and soon left this earth.A spinster of St. Maxime, Franceon a Friday went out to a dance,in the hope that she mightfind a young shining knight,she was homely at first and last glance.

He’d had a helping of pink ginwhich God did not regard as sin.The Devil though had been a guestand drawn a vision of the breastwith all its soft and luscious silkthe image of sweet human milk.And there, in Aberdeen’s own mudshe rested, covered by red blood.His pupils widened as he kneltand timid fingers shyly feltbeneath…

that lead into the darkand wondrous shadowscast by ancient pines,there are so many secretshidden in the canopywhere leaves of different huesshield them from prying eyes.So will you swim with me,I know the currents andthe underwater caves,down at the estuarywhere the Mama Willow stands,I’ll help you sit uponthe softest coral sand,and show you the small fishesas…

and brought the Russian bullet home.His path led by the doctor’s homehe would not stop as finer thingsawaited at her castle, near the church.With borrowed strength fell in the doorand ‘home at last’ rolled of his lips,frostbitten ears took in the soundand all the meaning of it, before he did,another warrior had arrived beforeand Welcome…

Said his Aryan friend‘it’s most likely a blend,diagnosing is something I do.’But the Jew was not really impressedas he knew that all Jews had been blessed,so he said ‘Diagnosisis like apoptosis’and he slyly suggested a test.At the doctor’s they quickly were ledto the blood lab where both men were bled.After seventeen pintsit was clearly a…

A mile long string of beauties on my hit parade.When, on a Sunday, all the clouds were ill-assembled.I found it deep within myself, this thing called LOVE.‘So, it is true’, I said, ‘we only love ourselves’.‘All else is foam of rather cheap champagne at best.’And when I looked again inside myself for love,I found it…