But it was She who has infected me For all eternity… As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there On Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey… Featuring: Crickets – Ruby … Read More