Rebus Lost


Is sex on a stick

In my memory


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


Behind the barrier

Of the TV screen

When John

Works his acting magic

In an Edinburgh accent

A picture

Of a puzzle

A rebus


Behind pain


Copyright Jan 2013