06 Nov 2015 – Sonnet
(a nod to Robert Herrick)

Thrusting straight ahead, a supple swaying.
You have a bounce that takes mens breath away.
Laugh at laws old stars are still obeying?
Who mocks all nature? Time must be repaid!
Diamonds are dessert, pinpoints in shadow,
but silk and satin – these are your best friends!
Waving wands of smoke, a strong tobacco
conceals you so the house lights can’t offend.
Night shift starting earlier in Autumn,
the priests and princes beg you – be discreet.
Suits demand a tour guide in Sodom –
who else has such a knowledge of the streets?
You laugh at psychics saying “it’s the stars!”
You know the choice that made you what you are.