Iron hand in a velvet glove.

His name was Theo.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers...