I want to board those
strange dark shapes of the horizon
those cloud-arks
fully-freighted and
already shipping out south on a
freshening breeze
bearing me
wherever they please.
I want to board those
strange dark shapes of the horizon
those cloud-arks
fully-freighted and
already shipping out south on a
freshening breeze
bearing me
wherever they please.
The daffodils are blown, the
tulips past their best, the
blossom snows in
sudden squalls as
leaves unfurl and
Spring’s mayhem
slowly gives way to
Summer’s drab somnolence.
By candle-light you look like a
mediaeval Madonna, full of
thought, contemplation, perhaps a
little mourning for
what once was.
But am I allowed to make such a
comparison in a world full of
thought police, deciding exactly
which words I can safely use to
hymn my love?
Sugar, spice, sultry, and nice...so very nice...
because the story must be told
Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...
Still hot. (It just comes in flashes now.)
The Anne Billson blog
Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Marriage with a Twist
Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
The official blog of Lucy Gan
A Journey to a Healthier Me.
patiently observing silence
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World
A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?
Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds
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