A Last Dance

I’m so

He came not wearing black but
dressed as lover’s
would; finery to pleasure.

My drought watered as on
a first lover’s glance
and kiss. Now my last.

He holds my hand while nurse
shakes me out of my
long sleep in the white night.

I’m so ready for our dance.

Secrets

Birthday Cake

She didn’t want to miss the shops. Her urgency wasn’t a Birthday party with cake but posting a card to Sunday Secrets. Her love was in the words...

I should be saying “Happy Birthday Elliott” for the 9th time…but I never got to say it at all. Love Mummy x

The Devil or the Deep Blue Sea

Arctic

So it’s down to Babs or Lorraine.

Oh, God what a choice, Lorraine makes a drama out of opening a tea bag. When she isn’t crying enough to bury an abandonment of orphans, she up for the most irritating-and-inappropriate-loud-laugh Oscar.

Well, at least she is fun, Babs is…is just Arctic.

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Which Engagement?

I want Elephants and roses
at my engagement.
Your first maybe, your fifth no.

A Modern Girl

A Postcrossing
-->story for Vesna in Croatia
Marie's pitch was opera perfect. Her high C cracked Champagne flutes.
One lover begged her to star in Madam Butterfly at La Scala whist another wanted her covered only with red roses to sing in his bed
Marie being a modern sort of girl, took up rock and roll instead

A Clash of Truths

Spiral

We will know our final destiny when the last human sits shivering under the dead black sky.

Stop, I must object to this monstrous portrayal of a one-road time. We have known for centuries that this is false science; time is a spiral of birth, sustenance and destruction.

I disagree.

Mummy's Love You Forever

Chance

Screech...bang...swoosh.

I am Death, the reaper of souls.

So here, at last and look at you a bag of bones; the slut's too busy to feed you or give me grandchildren. Thank God, I am here now.

Er...Death dude any chance of dropping me off somewhere, anywhere.

MORRIS, COME BACK