clouds like beautiful silk breeze against the cobalt sky
we walk through a field of dandelions
as time flows around us
quiet little monsters crawl over our skin
last week i saw him
like dirt trapped under a fingernail
your hands are sweaty
you are nervous
i turn to you and smile
everything turns to dust eventually
superb Stu. like David I like the dirt trapped under the fingernail line. See you tomorrow night hopefully
Martin
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raypool
Tue 20th Sep 2016 23:25
A clever uneasy feel with that great line of the fingernail - a young person's guide to infidelity.
Ray