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On the Bay is where I Want You
Bwrw hen wragged a ffyn /
It’s raining old wives and walking sticks.
It’s how we seek depth in the shallow?
Accepting the love we think we deserve
In the spaces between Bible pages, thorn
Cages and cairns spilt from the skies.
Spreading your legs, with my limbs in between,
Accepting the love we think we deserve.
Making paper planes from Karma Sutra doodles.
Sometimes wonder how Dad met Mum,
My small souvenirs of those lonely years.
Finding the love we think we deserve.
It’s raining old wives and walking sticks.
It’s how we seek depth in the shallow?
Accepting the love we think we deserve
In the spaces between Bible pages, thorn
Cages and cairns spilt from the skies.
Spreading your legs, with my limbs in between,
Accepting the love we think we deserve.
Making paper planes from Karma Sutra doodles.
Sometimes wonder how Dad met Mum,
My small souvenirs of those lonely years.
Finding the love we think we deserve.
Published 11th May 2022
Author's Note
ERULGCT #144.Uma xx. It's all about the pheromones. Apparently.
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28th May 2022 9:53pm
You remind me of this axiom, how people can only meet us where we are, what dreams may come, the heavens and hells we build about ourselves, crafted purely of perspective, the sense of longing, building a bridge is palpable.
28th May 2022 10:39pm
