Writhe for me,
my love,
like an eel
in ecstasy.
Do not
hesitate.
After all,
how many
such moments,
do you suppose,
remain?
- mce
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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This is the one that was missing ... it was my favorite. ~
ReplyDeleteIt's still one of my favorites. I have to revisit it from time to time. You know what it does to me ... ~
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