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last time

 

 

Mouth dry as an Egyptian coffin

I lie, a heap of ashes in your arms

Young passion is so wet and green

in age it darkens into smoke and bone

 

Smoulder up to death’s dark curtain darling

Dust to dust you always will be mine

My heart, a fire pit of braziers burning

Who knows when it is for the final time?

 

 

 

 

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deathlovedoom and gloom

The Melody of Love

 

The melody of love!

It’s such a beautiful moment!

When loving eyes meet,

The words you don’t need.

The lightning sparks the hearts,

The holy union starts.

The melody of love was born.

The whole land it would adorn.

It’s divinely beautiful,

It’s graceful and faithful.

It’s virgin pure,

It’s impossible to reassure.

Its gusts are noble,

It’...

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love

Bisexual Poem

If I said I only had eyes for you

I'd be lying, lustfully leering.

But my hands are for you alone,

To hold, hug & protect.

 

If I said I only had eyes for you,

I wouldn't be bisexual.

But all possibilities end with you

and me.

 

If I said I only had eyes for you,

I'd be losing the point of this.

Our souls are an amulet

we both hold half of.

...

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BisexualityLustLove

What Happiness Is

 

It’s raining,

All around is boring.

Birds are singing,

I hear them snoring.

Sun is shining,

I’m again whining.

Wind is blowing,

Separation it’s showing.

The phone is ringing,

Happiness it’s bringing.

Birds lovely songs are singing,

Rain drops like bells are ringing,

Sun is brightly shining,

I am no more pining.

Wind is tenderly blowi...

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love

Love in the f/b era

unheard n invisible, 
condemned w/ no chance to defend,
innards ripped out, 
broken w/out a second thought. 

but none of it matters.
you're worth the pain.

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thwarted lovelovelossfacebook

Hymn both Ancient and Modern

Written on June 1st 2011 as an assignment based on the Calendar, set by John Cassidy for Bank Street Writers, Bolton.

 

O God of Sun, on Sunnandaeg,

I worship thee with spray -on bronze,

Because thy workload is quite big,

There’ll be a lot of wet week-ends.

 

God of the Moon, on Monandaeg,

I offer thee my hangover,

Last night I was a lunatic,

Oh I am deep...

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rat racewomenlovethunderwarmoonSun

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