Colours

August 18, 2019

Yellow is the colour of my true love’s hair
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Blue is the colour of the sky-y-y
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Green is the colour of the sparkling corn
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time
That’s the time
I love the best

Mellow is the feeling that I get
When I see her, mm-hmmm,
When I see her, mm-hmmm
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best

Freedom is a word I rarely use
Without thinking, mm-hmmm,
Without thinking, mm-hmmm,
Of the time,
Of the time
When I’ve been loved

Donovan

Eat something

August 18, 2019

He saw her

August 18, 2019

He saw her
walk on the grass,
saw her hips swaying,
heard her sing
some song,
but she unaware
that he was there,
hidden behind a tree,
without knowing
that he could see.

He saw her bathing,
saw her lying
stretched out
in cool water
like a nymph;
took note
of her nudity
before his eyes,
but she unaware
that he could see,
lay freely there.

Seeing her there
pretty naked,
he moaned inside,
his desire bubbled
like a boiling stew,
but still spied on,
for nothing to solve
his pain and lust,
nothing else
would do.

Terry Collet

may i feel said he

August 18, 2019

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome? said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine! said he
(you are Mine said she)

e. e. cummings

Start reading

August 18, 2019

Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.

Carol Shields
The Republic of Love

For the dead

August 18, 2019

There are dances to be done for the dead – Dances which will find their feet, inside your pretty head.

Helaena C Moon
Dance for the dead

Naming your breasts

August 18, 2019

“My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.”

I pointed to my right breast. “This is Danger.” Then my left. “And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly.”

After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, “You named your breasts?”

I turned my back to him with a shrug. “I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.”

Darynda Jones
First Grave on the Right

On the bed

August 18, 2019

I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

Carol Ann Duffy
You

beauty sleep

August 18, 2019

They call it ‘beauty sleep’, yet you wake up looking like a Yeti with a hangover who’s never owned a comb…?

Bondage Games

August 18, 2019

Sunday Morning is an ideal time for your Bondage Games, but –

Please play nicely boys & girls; keep yourselves safe and sane!