London...

...She called herself London
On that day
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
Dancing wildly
Into your mind

The snake that hung from her neck
Bites your hand
Expels you from Eden
Tears into the cool flesh
Of your madness
Posing as reason

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body's secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share

Her name was London
Call her London

Catman Cohen

I love this city, I always have. I decided to lose myself in Regents Park, for me a vastly under appreciated green space. The beauty and splendour of this place where you can sit and never know that you were in the heart of one of the worlds busiest cities.

A quick walk up Primrose Hill to soak up the metropolis in front of me and take this photo in the glowing sunshine. It was a good day.