Stuart Miller-Osborne

There is a Salt Beach near Luna’s house Which indicates to me that the area Was once worked by the Romans We frequently use this pale beach Although we are both from Spain

Valeria is much smaller than me She is about five foot six Whereas I am six foot four We are often photographed together My favourite image of my wife Hangs in our lounge It acts as a conversation piece As Valeria is showing her naked back Which contrasts well against my olive shirt I am…

On Tuesdays Joseph favours Action Painting His wife of five years Steph Poses for him Her sister Wild Horses Works in a gallery She always wears white She curates Blue And removes unnecessary Colours from landscapes

One I was watching a tiny creature drowning Its strength was slowly fading A life ebbing away in a puddle no bigger Than a dinner plate I rescued it within seconds Which pleased me As I am a decent person Two Yet this decent person was once a soldier Fighting in a war that was…

Christina stood naked In front of her mirror But saw little As she was trapped Inside a fading cube

She was given flowers as prize Whilst standing in the shallows They added colour to her hour It was another fine day in Atlantis Erotic Poems of Summer

Perching on a rocky cascade Ophelia shared her soft sleep dreams A dog alert looked out to sea It was another fine day in Atlantis Erotic Poems of Summer

I am a mad girl The sea greets me Every morning As the sun rises

She almost haunts the yacht Such is her smooth silence But is as active as the gulls Josie

I suppose you could say That we are becalmed As there is no wind Joe is quietly writing He often stares into space Which is something shared Josie