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‘I love you like I love Pavlova. Will you be my Pavlova?’
‘Do you want me to be fruity and frisky? I’ll give you a double mango and a double strawberry surprise.’
‘Kinky.’
‘First, let me sweep you off your feet.’
‘What!? Don’t you drop me!’
‘Oh no, you’re heavy.’
‘What!!!’
‘Stopping flapping your legs.’
A broken heart touched him once. Now he works in a lab trying to find a panacea.
This thesis is solid, the results are collated, yet the cure never passes the testing phase.
The funding starts to dry up, and all hope seems lost. Then he finds the cure: love or death.
A coral coloured dress with hints of blue and green moved only for me on that March day.
Now only a photo remains of you standing on the Littoral with the sea winds moving through you.
I keep the dress in a special box marked, “Coral Heart”, with a note to bury it with me.
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night.
Night and Day become
meaningless states of being.
Insomnia takes hold,
a cursed Monday child;
the moon loves them so.
Writing in the cold and quiet
night where dreams once lived.
Where have our dreams gone?
Dreams have taken over the Day.
Deconstructed horrors, terrible acts,
death and torture, our daily drugs.
Gorging on nightmares throughout the day,
wishing for dreams to stay in the night-
Far away.
Office love.
You wield the mug,
he becomes the coffee.
soon the washing will dry
tea towels will crinkle
fabrics will crimple
shirts will be naturally ironed
soon the sun will dry the washing
Full of something light,
she dances away,
through the night,
floating into the sea.
You have a way
of coming out of the grey
on a sad beautiful day like today.
The hills of green are visible far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.
The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.
Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loving hearts.
The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing my heart.
I travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain sitting heavily upon my heart as I miss you, yet I cannot keep going forever.
The sky tells the rain to hold off, and the rain orders the sky not to interfere; the sky and the rain grumble like a married couple in love.
Walking along the Kyle, I know the time is near; how wonderful it will be, after over one hundred years of your moods, you and I will meet again.
As the rain begins to fall, it seems the rain won the argument; perhaps I will win with you too.
devious thoughts
plotting a way
to obtain love
through cuisine
C & K 