The last impression

The straps of justice,

sweet and provocative,

lusting like an attentive listener,

patient and never pushy,

gripping, enrapturing, but never sinister,

She is a missus, misused and wanting.

he is the business, choosing dues, that leave him lacking,

both are souls, some would say are blackening,

stripping off the cater to anything but,

the reimagining of their daytime figures,

Fingers with the shivers,

as music, past the shingles and windchimes,

playing the cease of the record called vying.

Music for some of us, literary disaster for the rest, as it goes, as it is with all, I wish you a wonderful day, friends.