A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...

A little flower
sprayed with human pesticides...

My love...steadfast
as a catamaran...

In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...

Emmerdale Farm plays
as you sit there...

Outside my window
a man and his dog stroll by...

...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...

I often wonder,
generally around 2.00 am...

And...
when you cry for me...

I became impatient
(with myself...

A token of love
and a promise of forever...

Customised knife
blade, sharpened to perfection...