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I see a world far away
or somewhere near.
If I could describe
what I see, it would
describe what I
think of you: beauty.
You, with your neat sunlit soul;
You, with sad snow within your soul reflecting light and love.
From the window, I think of you.
“Only love can break your heart“, or so the song says.
Why then must one walk through thorns and thistles of the world to find a soulmate?
With a familiar nudge, he takes a chance and asks her to dance; It is awkward at first, yet most love is like that at first.
skipping along
singing a song
thinking of blue
sunlight and you
a gentle meadow
wild winds bellow
sweets and light
dancing all night
A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which starts my mind racing.
A flimsy love between two independent souls both long for the rain to wash their sadness away; Two souls haunted by their fear of failure, not being the favoured child, and living with their desire for perfection.
If we didn’t need money in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.
I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages: you and me against the world, ready to live once again.
The key to the door hides within your depths.
You swear those fiery depths hold nothing; however, he knows the truth.
He ventured there once, found the key, and stormed through the door.
He opened your soul to the four winds, to love.
Fresh mint from a pot so old,
you hold as you think of her touch.
Fruity flesh of her pockets and holes
flare images in your mind.
Mesh your heart to hers in a love knot,
as you nibble on peppermint fudge.
Cowbells ring out
slow
on
green
hills for the herd.
Snow upon the
mountains
to feel crisp air.
Dream lake where
we sit
with
apple juice
and
cheese upon our plate.
Upon your lips, a song departs of love, sadness, and something saucy.
Beyond your eyes, your heart races like a clock sped up by broken time.
We agree to pull the old couch out that we’ve had for years.
I prepare the movie, and you shake the drinks.
I turn the lights down low, and you arrange the nibbles.
Full of love for each other, we celebrate our love and the many years we have spent together.
You always liked to play games. Sometimes sweet, sometimes spicy.
One day, we stood in the kitchen talking about your kink for tasty toes. You often joked that you would love to set your feet on fire. I thought you were being a bit creative.
One evening, as we sit casually in the lounge room, you bring me the toaster. There’s a weird look on your face. I ask you ever so casually, “What are you doing?“
“I’m determined to understand the fire of feet…“
“What the…? You better not turn it on! No! Wait! Don’t you dare put my toes in there! I shall kill you!”
“I won’t turn it on, I promise.“
“…You’re so weird… My poor feet. They cry in terror at the thought…”
“I would roast my toes for you, baby.“
“No, you won’t.“
Suddenly, his toes are in the toaster.
“Please don’t turn it on!“
C & K 