at the centre a black hole stars twinkling apassionately a muddle of a creek of words diaspora of diamonds on a trickled cheek amounting to a madness to which he may not succumb paradigms of tingling time tonight and i have found it beating  strutting through the park perambulations willful and absurd he takes my hand upon a spontaneity of moment what shall it be but can you guessbeneath a moonlight subtler than the laughs that stain her lips inaugurated fantasies of something quite fantastical what can it be she traipsed along the path in consternation  a paragon of certain ecstasies he takes her down a sullen winding street laughter now continuous perspicuoustaken down a notch to keep the kids asleep i have a tale now to tell my love what can it be he speaks exorbitant without restraint  have i been tainted now by all your folly malicious words you did not intend to speakbut hear me now i am taken by a spell he misbehaves but hear me now i am not blinded by his spells succumb  Poem by Liza Libes Drawing by Janne Karlsson