Cherry

WHAT WE ARE

You give me a practiced Elizabethan wave and smile your love at me.

If I knew then what I know now; I.P.

Would I have hung that mistletoe If I knew that you’d invited Jo Who has huge tits, she loves to show And chose to ‘Flash’ poor Father Rowe Would I?
Story of the week

Lost in New York

I am falling, hurtling through the stratosphere above Manhattan, terrified of being impaled to the antenna of some merciless skyscraper.
Cherry

Body Language

My fingers making spirals on your upturned palm - your spine, a shivering river, wading between the valley of your shoulder blades. My hand, floating downstream.

Photographs

Sometimes, photographs take you back.

New Frontier

Now the golden age, Energetic president shaking a sea of delirious hands, Waving from the steps of Air Force One. Fans congesting with a line of frantic body guards,

A Cut-Up´s Cut Up

What if they cheated? They might have, you know.

Rapping on the Physical Tao of the martial arts

In the dojo of the mind, let’s explore a truth of the martial kind I am going to take down the wicked with the moves that blind
Cherry

Her Protector

Scarlet and angry orange were the flames which illuminated his face as he slept, wrapped tightly in cloak and blanket, and curled close to the warmth.

Love Ladders

Can one hear the voice of a lover within one's own heart? Does the sound of the other travel through space and time to ignite the flame of one's soul, animating one's being?

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