This engaging, erotic narrative poem by Amanda Earl tells the story of a love - or lust - affair between two poets who meet via the virtual. The woman ‘is seduced by an apt turn of phrase, the right sound or image tongued into the line to be whispered aloud…’ She sees a kindred spirit in the man, Thomas, whose poetry book she has already read and who also loves November days, whiskey and kink. ‘I tell him dark stories… he unsettles me, he moves me’. She knows he is trouble, but that is what she wants. She imagines them together as a palette ‘blue, dark violet and red’; experiences intense desire, ‘so this is what it feels like to burn’. But when he vanishes, the aftermath is a bereft feeling. The poem is richly composed, brought alive with detail and a brazen honesty, and laced with cultural references - Tom Waits, Yves Klein, the Wizard of Oz, The Story of the Eye - as well as with interesting reflections on language and myth.