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Ahead

The future ahead
all unwritten unseen
comes unbidden

We two

A little doggerel written while single. Forgiveness please.

The lovely head upon my shoulder
The warm body in my bed
The things that we are longing for
We sleep alone instead

Imagination cannot conjure you
I do not know your face
Or bring to mind the body
That I long to embrace

So we two are now apart
Each aches for the others kiss
And dreams each night of the other unknown

To have
To hold
Our dreams unfold
To live
In this
Real bliss

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Tied

Running it through my hands,
feeling its texture.
Not looking at it.
Looking at you.

Images run through my mind,
how you will look,
what I will do.

Laying it on your skin,
binding,
restricting,
ornamenting.

Making you helpless.

Hitch, weave, cinch, tension, turn.

Beautiful, and beautiful.
Helpless but held.

Tied

She is not there

Some appalling sentimentality from a few years back with my apologies.

No name to call
She is not there
This is the truth
So hard to bear

And in my mind
There is no face
No one to dream
No dream to chase

And in my arms
There rests no soul
No loving girl
That makes me whole

The truth i find
So hard to bear
No name to call
She is not there

Dreams and desires

Again just appalling doggerel.

Dreams & Desires
I should not say
Aching for more
Than friendly play

A dream
A fear
A love
A hope
Your lovley body
Bound in rope