the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...

the french lieutenant’s woman

to meryl streep
and john fowles

her sorrow pure and undefiled
welled out like fresh water
of a woodland spring
but spring natural in itself
was unnatural in welling
from a desert
her one hardened stare lanced him
was it an act of rebellion or provocation?
her insight and imagery
awakened him
to his unexplored potential
she did cling to him for love
she made love with him
and `wished it so’
in passion in defiance
of the age and to indulge
the thought that `there was
truly a day upon which he
loved her’