Graffiti and secrets
long stay or short lets
love without regrets
we've all
had it all.

I wait for the axeman
heads up to the taxman
we're now
for the chop.

She said,
stop me and try one
I lingered on
her fingertips
kissed on her fragrant lips
and faded away.

There is a tale to tell
a
bell to ring
when an Angel starts to sing
the song you know well.