She painted still life
which is still life and
she gave it the life
that saved my life
which is still life
and no doubt
a try out for the
life yet to come.

Waiting 'til night came
we played the ace card
and both win in our game,
still life.

I am conscious of the kiss and
aware
that even as I sleep
I am deep in thoughts
of
still life.


I remembered two lines which became
my 'uni verse'

From bad to worse?

The Greek with the olive complexion has
no connection with this
or the kiss
and I'm aware of that too.

Across the moat and into the keep
where the Queens keeps court for me,
I see no,
no I see
words topsy turvy
the hatter laughs
oh mercy me
Alice kisses and
she is good at that.