Turns of phrase

A turn of the head
           a turn of phrase
your turn my turn
           a turn of the screw
you know this love thing
           can be torture

she inherited
           her mother’s furs
the mink in her eyes
           turned many a head
a photoelectric smile
           her nicely turned ankles
danced on life’s stage
           if love is not what you
bargained for beware
           we accept no returns

light leaps
           through the galaxy
it feeds our every gesture
           thoughts come in a flash
and a kiss is a meeting
           of minds
honesty and generosity
           are the guarantee
of good returns
           on your love

John Lyons