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My Favourite Cup

 

It takes years of pondering to find the right cup;

the right shape and weight, the pattern, the handle.

It is not just a drinking vessel

It is a portal to a world of relaxation.

Maybe I’m wrong and it is just a cup

but I’d be lost without my favourite.

 

She has picked me up when I’ve felt alone

even with her chipped rim

she makes the perfect brew.

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You will be mine!

 

I’ll make you laugh I’ll make you smile

I’ll use my charm I’ll use my style

I’ll give you drinks I’ll get you drunk

you’ll look at me and see a hunk.

 

We’ll have a meal we’ll have a dance

we’ll dim the light for ambience.

I’ll kiss your lips I’ll kiss your neck

you’ll say to me, “Oh what the heck”.

 

Forget your worries and your cares

as I race...

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Bright Star

 

She sat beside me and I was drawn into her orbit-

as if on a collision course.

A satellite, a meteorite, a dust particle,

an insignificant entity - magnetised.

She was my Sun and I, her worshiper.

She warmed me and I basked in her.

Her innocence masked her true potential,

her true identity.

If only she knew what she had done,

what she was capable of,

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A little bohemia in Warwick

 

 

“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly

whilst you nuzzle my hair down there.  I dizzy and delight

at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind

magnified - tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.

I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”

 

You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,

I clutch the duvet, horrified. Yo...

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The One I Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If ever you

doubt my

love,

look into

my eyes.

 

The sparkle

you see

in them

is my

love for you.

 

If ever the

sparkle diminishes,

do not fear.

 

My love

is not

gone.

Only that

my health

has diminished.

 

 

A little late for valentines,

b...

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The Oak Tree at Hatton Locks

 

Looking up while you were fucking me, I tried to grab a falling leaf.

But I missed; I couldn’t quite reach the wish that fluttered in the breeze.

Branches gather, cross and weave our worn anxious self-discoveries

swaying unable to still uncertainty. We circumscribe this Eden as reality.

 

When I promised forever did you feel time stop?

 

A treetop to trick and ...

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Don't Forget Valentine

 

 
For those who celebrate or not, the tale of how it all began, to whom this day's celebration found its humble beginnings. Read, but do not weep, he did all for love.
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Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.
 
In this life yo...

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I Remember

 

I remember the joy and confusion.

A touch of your lips was not an illusion.

Almost love, almost fall into the abyss.

 

I know the secret of loneliness,

It’s a mystery and it is soundness,

The dream that was just a fess.

 

I run in a hush and in snowy garden

Longing and wishing to say ‘pardon’.

Missing the only one every day harden.

 

I reme...

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Gathering Winter Fuel

Gathering Winter Fuel

 

Return to me and bring your loving flame,

despite your sparks my kindling rarely smokes.

Without you life will never be the same..

 

Between us lies a frozen lake of blame,

through which only a twig of passion pokes.

Return to me and bring your loving flame.

 

Unless we mend our ways the fates will claim

the pyre where our prid...

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Extra Hot, Extra Wet, Extra Shot

 

Early impatience to your inevitable lateness

Love's fresh aroma makes my heart beat

Awaiting half Irish steampunk entrance

Mixed black and bitter - dusted vanilla sweet

 

Crowd well scanned for anyone we know

Cappuccino obediently essenced to your liking

Before sitting with me in comfort, and on show

We box witty as hares – tease, half chastising

 

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Anthony and Katypatra

 

 

I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.

Skin up, pop a cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.

Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,

goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.

 

“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet's fool.”*

 

Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to

nourish exo...

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