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loving the window cleaner

I saw your reflection in the glass
in that moment there was truth
we find ourselves
walking on the wild–side
the air heaves-heavy
in hedonistic  raptures

blue-green dragonflies
flit-flicker
jerk then
hover weightless in the mire

downwards we walk that forbidden path
and there, a gentle wind fans the fire
and slowly ignites your flaming hair

I put it out with a fire extinguisher
From the distance I hear you say

“Ear love, Har many sugars do ya take in ya tea?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/13/2019 12:47:00 AM
...more like rum.
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Tony Kirk
Date: 9/14/2019 3:32:00 AM
really!?
Date: 8/24/2019 6:27:00 AM
Made me smile...
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The Bored Bard
Date: 8/24/2019 2:08:00 PM
That's the idea...Thanks for stopping