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So they switched off the television set...............

 

 

 

and began making love with eyes wide shut

and nostrils open to the sound of the smell that waxes and wanes like a

an old lullaby.

 

Kiss on mouth. Outside the snow kept on

falling as he slowly fell asleep, and with a sweet purring and

 

slight moaning there, amidst the crowd, the pink balloon

burst open in a display of glorious dreams and hopes. 

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Darkness, light. A happy smile. And she picked up the phone booth, the red ones. The type you want to stare at, talk in. Yes, I remember, those sweet old ways. The time of no tomorrow, of no yesterday. Only here and now "only here and now!?", he yelled. What do you mean? But didn't I explain the law of beauty?. To do this would surely crush our hearts with silver crosses and the pastures of green, in autumn; yellow soon, in the grey light, under a clouded sky. And, there she was, truly lovely. Her eyes rang loud of colours that appear with the morning frost, and stars that twinkle long after you stop blinking.

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Trust

 

They met on a sunny Friday in the snow, in a park in Stockholm. One of them was very fond of those crystallised snowflakes that fall across your icy red cheeks, as geese flapped in the distance "distance!?", he shouted." No, not at all! I feel the opposite; that we are very close". But she had then just eaten her last tangerine; tangy, and sweetened her breath, as her gaze fell towards her breasts, rising and falling to the rhythm of the tapping of his feet behind, and then in front. But she kept on singing, and dancing; while he was weeping and wanting the you in the me that makes this world come alive. Kiss me quick. Don’t stop, for the wanting is the breath of God. And the cats kept on fighting while they drank tea, ate chocolate and continued to Waite, one more second, as the bell tower chimed its peace. It will come. Trust. The words broke the eerie silence with a great handshake. Then the phone rang. It was my neighbour that wanted to complain about the noise, the album that shocked hundreds from their sleep, as dogs barked and cats growled, long into the night he drove, fast and furious, without a thought in his mind, other than the image of her.

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 poetry, folded to a lover, sometime ago.

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