cantilever and apse
metal oxides upon the
glass color the lives
of saints
the waterspout
carved of a griffin
when you bent down under
it to drink I let out a gasp the winged
creature just inches from your mouth
I swallowed for you thirst of the ages I took
from my cleavage a flask of black current cordial
gother-than-thou the monastery bee hives a welcome
diversion in flew the finches
you wore
bishop violet
on black a crotchless phase
you've never abandoned loyal to
my fixation; to see it partial
enlarges my own
I remember vividly the song and the Clint Eastwood movie of the same name. But your fixation is lost in the mists of your words, meant for another genre than mine.
this awakens my castle dream
singing that song we sing
they never heard it before
but we still echo there in the corridors
behind the stones, through the stones
as wet bricks & mortar carves our name
Archaic Thong Songs
& The Secret Armoured Breastplate
Dungeons & Dark Veils
Vickie
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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Love,
Deborah
Ron
singing that song we sing
they never heard it before
but we still echo there in the corridors
behind the stones, through the stones
as wet bricks & mortar carves our name
Archaic Thong Songs
& The Secret Armoured Breastplate
Dungeons & Dark Veils
Vickie