a plump stocking
bursting at the seems
excitement
overwhelms
you
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a plump stocking
bursting at the seems
excitement
overwhelms
you
Assist the night
Stay up until the light
Reading tonight
fog moves
shadows play
darkness is close
moonlight shows her face
she waits for the one to arrive
death may come too soon
the knife is close
death awaits
it is done
loose snow falls
from the evergreen pine
upon your face

They stand hand in hand taking in the beauty of the Alps.
Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here, the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way… Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines, and it isn’t too cold?“
He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day… the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised… I could live in this country…“
She looks at him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland… Perhaps it is weaker?“
She squeezes his hand, and he kisses her forehead. She adds, “Yes… it feels fainter… let’s stay a little longer.“
They sit in the park.
The seat is wooden and bare.
New to all of this, he asks her about love.
She thinks for a time, then says, “Love is less than simple, yet more complicated than hard to define. I will not try, but I will say love is beauty“.
He found his heart.
sitting
fresh winds blow
frosty grass crunches
evergreen trees remain
I’m falling in love with you.
You’re a drug to me, yet it’s my hands round your neck you love.
Wild tormented girl, you’ve taken my heart.
We drive down the coast, waiting for the world to end.
It might, tonight.

a nymph on the shore,
as the waves move in
she calls to you softly,
yet the words are odd
her expression is plain,
please listen to the sea
you listen for a time,
as you hear sounds
under the waves now,
with her heart so close
her palace of shells,
your watery home
Serious;
yet when you
say, “Hello“,
I take the piss.