And use the only smile you have,
the selfless and exquisite one.
And keep your eyes on me.
I’d like to study
the nuances of your smile.
Come look at me.
Come look at me again.
And use the only look you have:
The one of pure
Manuka Honey.
And keep your look on me.
I’d like to study
all the markings on your face.
Come close to me.
Come close to me again.
And hold your warm and tender body close to mine.
Come closer yet.
I’d like to study
YOU,
and hope to never graduate.
Mix cooked potatoes as a doughinto untouched ones, take it slow.A dumpling needs to be half raw.
but when she tempted him with her forbidden fruithe first averted with finesse her loving gaze.He wore a badge beneath his shorts that stated chasteit was a pledge of sorts but mostly lethargy,and when he nodded and went down to have a tasteit was the nectar of the Gods and he was free.
Though the powers decreedhe had sinned and indeedhe repented and showed a small sniffle.He’d forgotten that poets may notuse their talent to….well, lose the plot.Mr. Wiffle my dearplease behave now, you hearor you may get yourself really shot!I will say that (this is a conclusion) ,we are left with the son of illusionput your thoughts…
They wear the swastika with pridetake their own boneheads for a ride.It is an illness you must fightinalienable is your right.As with the devil you debateyou know what makes your country great.Star-spangled banner on your blouseand keeping clean the nation’s house.And do ignore the envy’s frowndon’t let them pull this poppy down.
from highrise windows,so many seconds it took to die.And it will stay with usas if flash-frozenuntil that day in Spring.But who will pay?
I had expected to be sitting heremoping about, your name on lipsthat would prefer to ‘ve been,then and now, appreciated, and used.But wounds have scabbed over,an uneventful, as they say, recovery.You were a phony, though, oh yes,looking for entertainment, and loveoutside the home and far away,while telling me a wondrous story,and then proclaiming honour,and integrity,…
