Victoria Falls

Victoria falls from the arms of security
To be gently de-clothed with all the precision Of Casanova
In fine fettle on a Harley with a grand canyon to negotiate
In an almost pointless quest to achieve satisfaction
And appreciation of life time and his own mortality

Tumbling through his fumbling his mind partly removed
From the threat of the white water of dishonesty that surrounds him
His stomach in his mouth her mouth in his eyes
Her nakedness in his mind’s wandering eye
His nose full of the scent of her and of the wood in which
He sees themselves lose themselves

Tasting the sweetness of life that falls from the canopy of leaves above them
To bombard his skull and moisten their lips
The pain so beautiful so absorbing so enlightening so loud
But above it all the deafening roar of dishonesty in all it’s ugliness
Rips at the ribs of the temporary shell that he hoped would protect him
Protect him in his journey through the torrential confusion
That pours from Victoria falls