Back home I had just got my shoes off when
the phone rang

How pleasant it is to close your eyes and lie
back in a warm current of water

It lay dead on a bed of marble surrounded
by crushed ice under a spotlight

Wearing ropes of fat juicy pearls around their
neck and calling each other names like
Constance or Verity or Faith

It wasn't going to be easy creating Living
Art from this little lot

He looked like an angel in a quattrocento
picture about to float up to heaven in a
dusty whirlwind of gold

"He's all yours," she said, "come and get him."

It was a case of infidelity waiting to happen

"I have come here to die," I said

And we had both

The Moon Princess sat, like a cat in a birdcage

Unfortunately, it was sadly below par for Haramanis