practice the art of calligraphy
fine lines and twirled skirts of letters
abrasive parchment to practice the name
more than several thousand ways
with added felicitations signed Ma'am, Ms or the Missus
a liberal dose of graphics found while wandering
a sensual photography exhibition to pass time
to find even when legs are wide apart I still don't know
how the angle of light falls just in the right mix
a shadow on inner thighs
make notes to take more photo's
when old men sit with their dribbled chairs
leering longingly at black and white nudes
eyes that haven't focused since 1972
check the clock in the screen more times than shoes
belonging to Imelda Marcos were worn to church or shopping
flick the calendar to the 20th and smile for sleep-ins
ten days worth or one long flight to His arms
thinks of packing for it and a lifetime
throw it carelessly like confetti in the air
He loves me
He loves me not
tap words on a computer in attempts at poetry
He will have to read upon waking
hope the sighs are fed through to southern skies
check the bank statement again in hope it grew
throw caution to the wind and just blow
Be courteous but comments are nice :)
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Oh I like this.

Good expression.
Ha
I was born in 1972

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But you're not old now are you lol
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Old enough for what?
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I wonder if you mean the blow we know in the States.

It seems such a strange state to hear you clattering around inside the manison of the soul.
I would rather hear you celebrate, perhaps dance barefoot in the dew at dawn.
Love, Tom B.

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It was the sort of day to just muse a bit, it's warming up here but it's windy and no...lol I meant blow as in leave
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I am sure
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and an IOU on the rest as promised
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I loved this.
It made me giggle - just what I needed today. I could not help noticing 1972 - not a long time away, any quickly thought where I then was. Sorry, nothing exciting - a student preparing for year end exams! I think whatever trigger your mind, is much worth now, than those damn books I had to align with my brain! Frans

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S1=my favorite
"how the angle of light falls"
Adore that line...makes me think of changing perspectives.
Me gusta
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Jessica

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Muchos gracias!
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LMAO the comment sucked.
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