Rebus Lost

Rebus

Is sex on a stick

In my memory

Only

As I watch

My distance from life grows

My mind knows

That my sensual prose

Should involve

John Hannah

I should be tingling

With sexual joy

My emotions

Should not be stuck

In a dark pit

Of black and blue

Bruised

Behind the barrier

Of the TV screen

When John

Works his acting magic

In an Edinburgh accent

A picture

Of a puzzle

A rebus

Lost

Behind pain

 

Copyright Jan 2013

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