Trembling Bells

September is the month of death (Sing for the love of the earth with your dying breath) With weeping trees and leaves bereft Men prowl onyx-eyed with priapic desire And waltz through woodland the colour of fire I gazed at Autumn's illumination And sa

Back again, in the church of your arms I'm back again An addict lapsed in your absolvent charms And I'm back in your arms again. When we were young we scaled the Heights of Abraham. Discussing plans to tear the planets down Way back when we were youn

Darling, I know I've disappointed you I've been serving the king of England Gathering flowers for the crown And I'd just like to say, I picked some for you My lover, my gold oriole in the morning Golden-throated song thrush singing Eidetic finch firs

I was better off last night Groaning on the floor. I was a hero in some unrecorded war. But just as Ovid said; The mouth that bears the wound Shall open to a thousand lovers more. Every mouth contains a sigh In each sigh a song. Mine was A Feather Re

All the airborn spores of spring Poppies smear the fields like lipstick kisses. I held you like my last £10 And drew you like sunflowers towards the sun. I caught the sun.... Ravenna And gave it to your eyes.... Forever All the harlequins of Venice C

We wrote love letters in the sand On the beach we walked hand in hand But your kisses were as cold and as hard as marble stone What's wrong? Oh, shake the sand out of your hair Let it fall down on your breasts Your wistful kisses are in vain cos I ju