Day: July 18, 2015

It’s called love

I run my fingers tentatively

down your cheek,

asking you a question

with my eyes.

looking at each other,

you touch me too.

This is my skin

my boundary.

Yours is thicker,

like rubber.

I run my fingers down your chin.

what is this little bone?

I like it.

I like your skin

I like your bones.

I like you.

you please me.

you are tasty.

I like your taste,

your skin,your eyelids.

I like your eye here,

and your other eye too.

Nice one!

I like this hair on your head.

May I touch your hair?

do you like hair?

hair makes me laugh.

I have a fondness for laughing.

I love to laugh.

I enjoy laughter

I love your laughter.

If not, smiling is good also.

Or a gleam in the eyes,

showing the inside smile,

the smiling heart.

I like your inside,

Outside

and possibly

your backside.

your upside and downside.

your side sides.

I snuggle you all around with soft wool.

I knit you into my scarf.

I’ll have to wear you round my neck now!

How unusual

How flexible.

How charming.

How alarming

How creative

How interesting.

What an idea!

what a notion

but you are too big for me to knit

So I’ll just touch your hand

with my fingers.

and you touch my hand

with your fingers.

What good hands we have

with such fingers.

fingers are for touch.

fingers are keen to touch.

I like touch.

what would we do

without fingers?

I like your skin.

skin is good

We love skin

We love.

We.

I want skin to be ours

and yours

is mine

and mine

is yours

where is the edge of the world?

skin has no end

it’s infinity

au naturel.

what order!

what design!

What wonder.

what awe.

where is the world’s skin?

tenderly we touch the world

as the world embraces us.

It’s called love.

Love

Rubber face

  • My husband has a rubber face,

    He’s from a subset of the human race.

    Some men have faces fixed and set;

    My husband’s face is not like that.

    He imitates our politicians,

    Just like Rory Bremner can.

    Though he has no wig or hair piece,

    He can look like anyone.

    Some nights I waken for I am laughing

    While I am deep and sound asleep.

    I am dreaming of his mobile features,

    Contorted to a different shape.

    He is skilled at telling jokes.

    And he loves a good cartoon.

    If I am feeling nasty blueness

    he can get me up again.

    He has a rather noble visage.

    He gets attention he abhors.

    In the bar on King’s Cross Station—

    I was asked was he a Lord!

    He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.

    He’s a Lord at Listening Well.

    He’s unique, but so are you,

    And all creatures that on earth do dwell

Power or love

One’s motivation may be  either love or power.

In truth, it’s there and  plain for all to see.

They  first  admire and plead a lengthy hour

About how sweet one’s offerings would be.

When   persuaded that they are open and  sincere

One sends them poems like the  poems they praised.

Yet their minds  are altered ,and in fear

They shows repulsion where they fondly gazed.

 

To double bind another human soul

To knot    barbed  wire around their  only mind

This action seems not from a human whole

But from a being split and  thence unkind

 

Believe not those who are too quick to praise

Conceal yourself from  charmers and their gaze

Hide your love

What was so wrong about asking
About your absence from this world
And trying to grab you back
holding onto your coat tail
Eternity.s long enough already
We don’t need your vapour trails.
Was it a wicked thing to do
As you floated so far away
To reach out to touch you once more
I admit I never knew you kept score.
When I beat you at chess so long ago
Were you already packing bags
to throw out the door?
I knew it was the real thing
But some men never do.
You have your expectations
And your tests and rules
But we never learned those
In our higher math schools.
We learned rigour and icy vision
We learned definition and precision.
But what use are they in loving
I didn’t know how to steer with no maps
You were off anyhow.
The orchestra stoped playing
When they saw the gap.
You can’t fly forever
But I do be leaving you.
In the circumstances
What else does a woman like me do.
You can smile and squeeze your eyes tight
Suck in those cheeks and hide your love.
What’s coming after you’s an eagle or a crow
Not a dove…it’s black I know
When you toss it all away then
Seems like it’s long past time
and emotion to call it a day.
Come again…..you must be crazy
Love is clear to me like the face of a new born daisy

Evading payment? Do I look like a thief?

1427319281397.5Yesterday I needed to go to collect a letter which had to be signed for.This means taking a bus into town and then walking a short way.However it was so hot that I decided to get some tea in a cafe I often visit.It’s possibly the only one where they have waiters and waitresses.

I drank my tea.It had come as a mug with a tea bag in boiling water.The very first time I was served tea like this was in the middle of London many years ago.I was quite taken aback and asked for coffee instead.Now I am used to it… except for, where do you put the tea bag? I also had a small  cake.While I was eating I saw a waiter nearby so I asked if I could pay him.Standing in a queue is painful for me.

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When I left the cafe and began to walk up the road I heard a loud cry.I saw a waitress running after me…. calling out for payment.A little black man passing burst out laughing.He said,It’s so funny to think someone like you would cheat.I felt flattered that my ethical code was displayed on  my face until he pointed to my cane and said,You would be silly to steal when you can hardly walk.

On the whole I prefer being thought of as a thief than as a cripple!But mostly I love being treated as a human being.

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A different cafe which also sells musical instruments.

We now have a large number of coffee shops.I think Muslims don’t drink alcohol and that may be one reason for it.But generally all of us Brits will pay a fortune for coffee because it’s a good way to meet friends…. most people no longer entertain at home.I think perhaps. because many mothers work they can’t spend  hours in the kitchen.Ironically we used to do it in  the 70’s and 80’s  when we didn’t have dishwashers and freezers and other helpful devices.

7300821_f260I prefer to meet in the cafe in the park as it is so quiet compared to the town centre and  usually there are enough people there to give me food for thought as well.Or to take photos for my digital art.The one below is a photo of my lower legs.

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