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
bluebellina 