The Art Of . . .
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...
Thursday 27th December 2018 3:54 am
(not) painting a Carr's water-biscuit box
(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...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:01 pm
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