back for a little read , and perhaps a little write who knows ? and just one thing , why isnt hebden bridge nearer to wigan ? I CAN'T WORK THE CHAT HERE , I TRY AND FAIL :)
Since my baby left me in memory of my son Joshua. i have put my mind in solitary confinement allow it no contact with memories i cannot think i fall endlessly parachute cord un-pulled, when will i reach the ground? something solid would be a relief just keep falling just keep falling smash my wretched weeping grief. i find reflections of my old emotions amongst the words of other men so sing their songs i watch as people carry pieces of me away keep giving, keep giving take all i offer, then watch me split like prismatic light What's Left I am as a broken mirror no true reflection of myself a shattering of images reflect out at the world did you glimpse a smile or watch the tear run down my cheek am I standing proud do you see me curled, foetal when you look at me do I break you too finding yourself lost in the confusion chasing the broken parts of me cherishing the parts that seem whole piecing together the vitality hoping that will make me feel real deflecting the pain I reflect you without you to see me do I become as nothing. The Laptop dances hot The laptop dances hot The words appearing in the chat box 'Men don’t want that, they don’t want baggy old t shirts With bears on the front declaring hug me! They want silk and lace and breasts ``Breasts offered out against the black sensual fabric' And the laptop dances hot against my thigh And from my black silk and lace imaginings I release my breast I stroke the nipple against his face firming on his cheek His mouth opens like a new born but engulfs like a man Deep and wet , tongue flicking, teeth biting This laptop dances hot My son calls 'what’s for tea mum? ' And wanders into the room I close the chat box against his astigmatic gaze And keep the Arial 12 pt for myself. My breast is slipped silently back into my mind The sensual mist fades and I laugh and say What shall we have for tea? Sausage.
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