I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born
           When everyone had their *own problems.
     Some of them I inherited
                But not happily
  
       I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....
      And then,
                                  nothing.

          **Cricke­ts.

Dance for me this one last time,
Tease me naked, sweet pantomime,
Slip-slide your dress but stay your shoes,
Swing-sway your hips, my gorgeous muse.

Wrap round your arms, a prisoner’s chains,
Make me confess and make me strain,  
Offer, tempt me, tease me, sting,
Dance for me and my nomad queen.

Twitter tongues, all kiss no tell,
Secrets, whispers, rumours swell ,
Lies ignite, sparks lust to fire,
Dance for me til death conspires.