They say ‘time heals’
So do ‘good feels’
And ‘healthy meals’!
Give and take
When we love make
At the wooden gate
Your kiss awaits
Are you my fate?
Will you be my great?
Make my heart escalate?
Will you be my mate?
I have no time for fakes
Would you have my back?
Would you hold me up and
elevate?
And when I wake
When I wash the plates
I dream of you
On a quiet lake
Travel
A path full of opportunity
Birdwatch
A writer jots
Taking pictures as they flock
How do I make him moral?
How do I avoid the sorrow?
How do I get the passion of
Zorro?
Is there some magic I can
borrow?
Will he still want me tomorrow?
What will follow?
Eyes closed and they both
unfroze
They took off their clothes
Like finding a treasure-trove
The weather had changed
It was pouring rain
But then there was a flame
In the gold of the setting sun
Their kissing went on for hours
In his eyes I could see the
cresting sea
‘Locked in from the storm at
night
Warmth was found with a wonder
of light’-Anon
‘Her screaming sounded like a
melody’-Anon
Sparked with humility
‘Tossed the spiders of shadow,
Scattered the jewels of
sun’-Robert Louis Stevenson
‘In the lope of a rope,
Courage and hope’-Robert Louis
Stevenson
‘The blood ran down like
rain’-Andrew Lang
I looked in the garden
A feature to adore
There was greatness and green
They looked at each other with
crafty eyes
Together in tune
They went into island mode
And made out under the moon
He visited with all his eyes
She was ‘the flame of a lamp’
They were gem shimmering like
the sun
The road to heaven
The snow
The meadow
A sight to see
I can breathe easy
But all in a flame
He can’t see me
Waiting bedded,wedded
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