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advance apologies to all lovers of poetry



when i'm a little girl i'll
wear an errant curl
right in the middle of my forehead
and when i am good
i am really really good
but when i am bad i am
whore-red
 
ok, this thread's about to be closed. a new one will be on the cards.

it was nice writing with you all here.

love butters :heart:
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Damn it smithpeter, you're due to be interred
and if I had the power I'd keep every stinkin word
preserved like Lenin in a glass case where mourners leave their flowers for unrealized social grace and the knowledge that one can build a wall of stone and two a hut to shelter, three will dance in field of May and four will rue the day when something so simple is lost to all who share a fleeting image of eternity and so by god farewell. :rose:
 
4:51 the words begun
Locked eyes through the aether
all needs be said is there, gazing back
wordless communication that speaks
in silent truth our witchery begun
how you bespell me with a glance
what eyes she holds are these
I call
see me as I see thee
I see the answer on your lips
a smile meant just for me
5:02 I'm not quite through
 
4:51 the words begun
Locked eyes through the aether
all needs be said is there, gazing back
wordless communication that speaks
in silent truth our witchery begun
how you bespell me with a glance
what eyes she holds are these
I call
see me as I see thee
I see the answer on your lips
a smile meant just for me
.........................................................A
5:02 I'm not quite through
5:18 return to dream.........................A
silently in ears in a patient voice intones
I've seen you watching from the veils
whilst I danced the broken fairy stones
.............................................................B
5:31 still not done
5:48 a rhyme debate..............................B
sending magic tendrils where reality does pale
come forth wet child I call you
let me dry you by my fire
lay you down on hallowed ground
blessed long before our birth
I blink, drawn down by sorceress
my call a net ensnared
I trip across the shining path
and fall into her eyes
6:12 idk
 
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I heard a line from a movie today
"Love is friendship on fire."
he sweat all day
chopping the wood
splitting the logs

she swept the chimney
blackened the grate
laid kindling and filled the scuttle

when winter came
the fire burned
and burned
 
There was a he shaped hole in her morning,
a vacant spot beside her,
abandoned dimple on pillow,
dried semen on thighs.

She rolled toward the window,
looked out on her overcast grey day,
waiting for him to return to her sighs,
fill all the empty spots he'd left
 
he sweat all day
chopping the wood
splitting the logs

she swept the chimney
blackened the grate
laid kindling and filled the scuttle

when winter came
the fire burned
and burned

I'm with Harry on this one!
Well, not with Harry. That would get kinky.
 
There was a he shaped hole in her morning,
a vacant spot beside her,
abandoned dimple on pillow,
dried semen on thighs.

She rolled toward the window,
looked out on her overcast grey day,
waiting for him to return to her sighs,
fill all the empty spots he'd left
there was...

:heart:

I'm with Harry on this one!
Well, not with Harry. That would get kinky.
glad you liked it!
 
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