i feel i should complete
this minor trilogy lily
(but  if you are of a
sensitive disposition
then,do not read on..)

i am torn between the vague
easily distorted by time!
we were twenty and the alarmingly
specific-the details unnecessary-
and the forgotten..

wht..or why because no one cares
and half a story untold..
well,we had got to the vinegar strokes
(as i believe they are known-)
dog on pretty dog-my pretty madamoiselle
parlez-vouz and me..

when the police came along..
what do you think you are doing
and you can not do that here
self-evident in the first case and
au contraire-the moon on the ocean
the breeze in the palms
the white sands night soft and fragrant..

like the gentlemen that they were
they turned their backs as we dressed
pulling my trousers on i fell down and fell
asleep in the cool sand was paradise-
to be rudely awoken with a long stick..
when he began searching the sand for
our stash..

crunch-crunch-i can still hear as
he got closer and i tried not to look
this could get complicated..
so i looked at her..though she was not
really there..just too beautiful looking out
to sea as penelope must have waited..
crunch-crunch but  it stopped..
you will go to prison for a year..

(i had read of such things in the tabloids..)
we all stopped and looked at her
but she was not there..a pre-raphaelite
sight-still and innocent..we are all just prisoners
of our own device-and everyman lives behind bars
of his own making or something..

then born of desparation, inspiration..!
ok..we go to the station..but i should say
my father..lol..is a big man (which was true)
at the embassy and i want a phone call..!
**-**-you are good man(not true)..in my
best oxbridge which is prety good..
and they left us..after a long silence she
turned to me and said..what happened..?
and we got on with part two..