Oh well, whenever.
Your single-worded message,
the frown in sympathy,
even a kiss within a dream
elicits a breath unbidden, sharply caught.
A reaction more erotic
than anything thought.
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Monday, 15 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Block: a poem
Because when the music isn't coming, words are all there is...
Block.
Block.
The passion, dissipated,
contemplates indolence.
The doleful absence,
a sense of hiatus
and high dudgeon
and does no good.
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