Angelique Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

parachuted down by flower-head
through jet-planes vapour trails
though he'd fallen several times before
as his ruffled wings
brushed against the curtain at the door
of the village cafe bar

spruce and bright and shining
from behind some distant star

she didn't express surprise
as he dived deep into her eyes

and as he trembled at her lip
and wound her with a strip of space

she teased him with a wisp of hair
that curved across her face

oh quel tragique
his bold technique was in a word passe

and howling to the chronium-plate
he succumbed to creme cafe