Of course, one of the hundred and one things I shouldn’t say to a man or anyone is I wrote a poem about you, but it’s said now, so here goes. From 1994 (c) Becky Deans

Photo Opportunity

It should have been romantic

On the dark rocks, in the full moonlight

Seeing shooting stars and wishing eternity.

The rocks shimmered like salt

Frosty, and the chill enveloped us both

I hope the picture you took of me

Haunts you

Like a dead child