Rugged landscape of half-truths,
part-lores,
abyssmal noughts and dismal infinities,
I am a wanderer,
soaked in cognac,
bubbling fantasies,
dusky undertones
pop-art poesies.

You are succint half-a-dozen prose,
a pint imagination,
bottled-up rationed metaphors,
a grand burlesque Red and Gold,
dry vermouth and
tonic forsooth
fiery breaths,
rebellious,
bold

A heady cocktail,
you and me
exempli gratia
ecstasy firedrake
closed eyes
and compassioned souls.