Love
Cocooning, not spooning
Cocooning,not spooning Impenetrable dark shell, set to repel? My soft white down so easily speared [As my soft heart on my sleeve worn. Pierced not...
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Hold On
"HOLD ON" The chair in the kitchen You left me there "Just hold on and listen" I couldn't hear the words. I knew I didn't want to go skiing!! You...
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Sir There's A Waiter In My Wine ( Part One )
A Story of Love in Four Parts for the Inspiration Point. “If you're heading down to Cornwall, the bottleneck congestion of traffic has come to a...
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To my friends’ Spouses with a friend’s love
To my friends’ Spouses with a friend’s love P K Routray To my friends’ loving spouses with earnest apologies for excuses on behalf of your hubby and...
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Unknown Call
Nobody knows me Nor I know anybody, Though waiting for a phone, Waiting for someone unknown, Who says Yes, I am there always, Someone who cares...
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For My Bereaved Friend.
For My Bereaved Friend P K Routry After living for five decades together inhaling the air exhaled by the other sharing the burden on the earth on the...
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The Other Mrs Jones
It’s not like me to keep my mouth shut, so it must’ve upset me. I must’ve thought to not let anything spoil my day, so I didn’t say anything to him...
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Reflections on an Affair
A Lover Reflects on a Fuck Joy Fairfield woke up mildly hungover, her airways obstructed as always, but feeling strangely settled, and resolved. On...
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Half a Cup
I thought you were Midas’s son, how you could gild my days with your presence, your touch. Your breath as you slept filled the room with a golden...
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Affecting people
We don’t know how we affect people and I wasn’t listening to the radio I was filling the dishwasher but then this voice came on talking about a girl...
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