A bun dance

The 4 armed Shiva
He smears Rapheal with liquid cherries
Crazy Athena on acid
with wine gums
Artichokes and butter fried
in the pan of the Universe
Spicy rocket in the nub
of a toe
Toaist rebels catapult
saucepans at the wall
which land with a soft thud
and turn into translucent geckos
Memories of icicles
there was always a cat somewhere...
Leopards falling...
photo falling...
mystic seeds on ancient hands
seeking only their handsome rewards
Plentiful centre
noble harmony everywhere...

Emmental Gouda

Fastidious diamonds reach
vigour in the sand
Eloquent semi to teach
from mouth to hand
Laugh in my quarters then see
the vivid awake being
The love in each cup of tea
In dreams and computers,
striking light beams,
Under the cover your bum
glows smooth pink
The sound of the tabla drum
Deep in the mists of paintings we think
Make love in the Sun
Mercury protecting
the graceful yellow muse

You are wondrous...

The wind whispers like
my soft kisses on your neck
After the violence of day
I sit near midnight
in the garden
Gazing at the stars and
thinking of you
All is peaceful now
I wonder which part of the night's sky
you have peered at tonight
and if you will sleep well
in your wondrous splendour