She tastes love lips

But he was no angel 

In a world filled with mayhem

She seeks he who is stable 

Foundations that maintain

Love that withstands

Friendship is of the essence

Loyalty that is infinite

Wondering souls unite

Ties begin to merge

Bonds bound to the will of spirits

True intimacy is experience

He tastes loves lips

But she wasn’t...

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(not) painting a Carr’s water-biscuit box

George looked at me, in an all-knowing way, and said
“paint what you see”
as he handed me a Carr’s water-biscuit box

it’s blue, I thought, and boring,
but I took it away and set it on a table
in luke-warm autumn sunlight

after a while, I had a rough oil pastel sketch
that I thought was quite accomplished
I had caught the slight sheen from th...

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