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in your hands…

I am safe.

(This is what I tell myself.)

both of them

into the sunset…

into the sunset

Squeeze my tits and tongue me deep…

another world…

gift wrapped
There is another world, but it is in this one.
— William Butler Yeats —

the gift

the dream tree…

tapping the dream tree


there were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

– Edwin Morgan – 

this magic road…

On this magic road I’m about to lose control
Oh, won’t you bless my soul on this magic road
Down this magic road you can have anything you want
And leave out things you don’t want on this magic road

What is this I see? What a mystery
What a time to meet, baby…
On this magic road
On this magic road
On this magic road

– Al Green –


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