x Loyal x
As the factory smoke clothes the evening sky and the autumn leaves fall between the mist and the light of the street lamps; a satiating swoon of orange red and brown, I tell her that the cut of my respect has to be equal to the cut of my raiments.
The lady tells me in absolute agreement that if I was not completely unassuming the sharply immaculate attire would be an utter waste of time, because in no uncertain terms a lady only makes love with a gentleman.
The longing sadness in her eyes and the lonely softness of her lips cools all of my fury that I harbour for every bastard who is breathing.
Her oriental perfume seductively slices through the condensation from our mouths like a razor blade, as my loyal rebellious arms hold her unadulterated and secure.
We will never have to stand beneath the bridge avoiding the vanity of the rain at the derelict station again, as the taste of vertigo returns by the graffitied walls.
The bed of salvation now requires us with liquor and tobacco.
No empire could ever take her place xxx
x J J E x