Red Rhythms 2

Areola softens to my lick I cup the nipple with my mouth Rosy visions fill my eye I enter strongly And she writhes with delight My solace found in her My virtue serving for her Humanity rises catapulting the flame of eternity through her eyes She comes.... Seven minutes of pure bliss And the samadhi after Where all is silent She sleeps, resting her Auburn hair on the cotton Growths tremble outside I paint a picture A Botticelli, sexual lines of cosmic illumination Police cars burn Flames rising in South London She thinks of her friend Hiding in the crimson cupboard We shine secretly, delving in peace.

Red Rhythms 3

Rufus the watercolour painter Bleeds lashes of paint From his Roman veins He speaks of Florence and its market and monastery Da Vinci in the hills Botticelli in his workshop studio Revealing layers that Vermeer was to uncover "I've got it" he says while holding his paintbrush up to the sky He holds his middle finger eloquently Brides, sons and daughter trail in the wake of his vast history His red hair worshipped by many a muse Stonehenge conquered! Italy, Spain, England The Union Jack and the flag of India Are hung across the road from his studio Inside the languor is deafening His paintings fill each wall And the well-ordered bookshelf with everything from Raphael to Courbet To David Hockney, the flights of Icarus The symbolist's (Botticelli uncovering the pagan Roman archetypes in the 15th Century) To fantasy art.

Red Rhythms 4

My daughter Sophie maya Bounces on the trampoline She entertains her imagination In the garden with Danny Yesterday we punted to Grantchester where I drank A ruby red Adnams ale Her brunette hair shines in the light The river looks like a Monet I reason with her She yearns to understand me Her beating heart says thank you dad for this trip

Red rhythms 5

I am krshna And you are radhaya Strange delights On the path to the moon Ecstasy of tomorrow Tempered with the red fountain Silvery clear dew