Rich and warm
alone on a natural organic cotton featherbed
dreaming of strong stone bellows,
thinking of winning dances great above the seas
On such a winter weather day the snowflakes
are at bay circulating in the best painting
with strong pictures anaesthetizing the wealthy valley
and moving across the plain.

The Armistice For Sparkling Waters Is Raised.

A poem of longing.

Belshazzar’s sinful pride and pleasure.

Yearning for a weekend of true romance.