In local neighbourhood groups like NextDoor people are claiming that they are collecting child car seats, pocket calculators and pens for the NHS
Surely the NHS don’t use second hand things…. they would be dirty
Is it someone who wants them for themself?
Day: April 12, 2020
When true love’s gone
When true love's gone and doom hangs over head When life runs like a river to the sea Then shall I take new lovers to my bed. And with their carnal touch consoled be? When lovers lie and break my woman's heart. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path. Then, shall I my life of evil start And on the world shall I bestow my wrath? When this love lied and wrecked all loyalty. When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad. Then I shall upend causality And let myself do deeds which make me glad. For I have love's sweet child inside my soul And I shall tend her till at last she's whole
Let your lips meet gently
Photo by Mike Flemming copyright Let your lips meet gently, the top one resting against the lower, touching with tenderness your own skin to skin. Forefinger propped on chin, I let the others dangle, like leaves on a branch; how softly gravity tugs them downwards. Let heart beat quietly,slowly as the blood circulates carrying its music, a river, following the path of least resistance. How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow, touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers, helping and being helped. How the hair on the head floats on the breeze, like tentacles of an octopus waving goodbye. Top eyelid loves the lower one; as we blink they touch like lovers kissing swiftly behind a tree. and how the light comes in we see a world. [mine may not be yours,] but the blink of my eyelid sends waves through the air, so we’re all touching and being touched, lips kissing each other, kiss all living creatures. skin to skin. air to air. And inside us,the rich darkness of creative night transforms,in turn, these touches into dreams.