Stuart Miller-Osborne

Map to the stars Now reported lost

Coffee before the heat My gift is on the table It tastes of your perfume

Caron rides a whyte horse Along country lanes On hot days She loves touching The branches of low trees

Caron and Stuart Live next to a white river Where they bathe daily They can be seen from the road

Exist only in dreams of fever The geography of intimate beds We have all shared these silks

I took photographs of cherry blossom On a cool evening in late April Just as the sun was setting

I disagree with your politics So I am going to kill you With Love

I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water With his daughter I am a Sailor from Gibraltar Who saw his reflection Whilst drinking water With his daughter In Malta

Sammy and Grace Purchased a yacht When he was twenty three They were very passionate But then they broke up And he fell from Grace Into the cold unblue sea

Many years ago whilst cycling with friends I visited a D Day beach in Northern France The scars of the war were far from hidden We enjoyed our time swimming and relaxing in the sun But one thought haunted me throughout my day