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The Divan
I look at myself, and see the abyss
In the mirror, where time slips away
And the cruel emptiness takes me whole
Like a distant echo that life betrays
What is pain, if not a flame
That burns without being explained?
It is a torment that is not mine
But invades me, devours me under the moonlight
The divan calls me, but what is the divan
If not a well, where the soul is lost
In words th...
Thursday 23rd January 2025 4:42 am
Springs
I remember beds with springs,
women ever soft, even petite,
love-making was a noisy affair
neighbours would have a treat
svelte then women did seem
slender was the salient word
they slipped out of their shifts
took time to get them stirred
first you snuggled to get warm
well before gas central heating
when you got into your rhythm
a thin mattress took a b...
Friday 19th February 2021 10:25 am
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