parakeet flashing
pigeon perch precarious
windy Acton trees
apocalyptic rumour
in the rumble of a train
by Gail
Emily,Charlotte +Anne
using pseudonym of a man,
their writing soon rang a bell-
with talent so secure
their literature still sells well.
Sisters
with a nom de plume,
Currer,Ellis,Acton-
Charlotte,Emily,Ann died much
too young
see their portrait by their brother Bramwell @ npg.org.uk/live/search/portrait.asp?LinkID=mp00572&rNo=0&role=sit
As I open the door,
The smiles in your face
Makes me throw my bag to the floor
As you move straight to take off my lace.
As I sit to rest,
You overcome my tiredness
By playing your hands closer to my chest
You take off my heart from its sinfulness
As you unbuckle my tie
I hurriedly take off the first button
Your innocent face does not make me shy
With respect and lust, you unknowingly take off your Acton
As I desirable bring mine
You share with me by bringing yours
Love, faith and hope can be continued in our love line
And out of generosity, we make ours.
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