Blue Passion’s Clock

In hot-collision darkness

Different manners rule the

Blue-passion’s clock.

Cliffhawk-pirate’s daughter

Has the look of sinful-fire

And warm honey-danger romancer,

Bubble rim and flute-scream dancer.

Who says we can’t be

Snake and heart,

Rock and roll fools

For the night hours –

Bruised lips,

Trembling, burning hips –

And innocent-clean souls

For tomorrow’s changed light ?

 

30/7/2013