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