Spectral touch Miniature death Body unsheathed Familiar caress Redundant womb Alight in haste Rekindled by knowing chase Stolen breath Rapture bound Soul bequest to stone shroud Timid steps cement her place Where before life erased Emerald moss lines the bed Silently awaiting lovers breath
Mottled sky Damp skin Earth blanket Feminine Rainpour Barefoot Chestnut crown and papercuts Night bleeds into day Shadow winds smite their prey Paths appear cut through vine Awaiting her enveloped by twine As weary souls collect for bed, Resigned to one made of thread.
It took a recent hangover to realise the closest I’ll come to meeting my 5 a day is a fruit smoothie. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not averse to veggies, it’s more the false advertising I endured as a child that has left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Take the humble carrot for example,... Continue Reading →
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