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Can’t we hole-up for the weekend,
follow the icy wind, perpetual dusk and angry sky,
let it isolate us from the outside,
encase us in the heat of our pleasure for the other,
teasing minds, skillful words, music drawing flesh,
in a world without time, delight is never-ending,
we will rise with Monday’s dawn.
I want to be outside, stuck over the weekend, somewhere a world without time ~ Love the heat, it sizzles ~
ReplyDeleteA lovely heart's desire.............
ReplyDeleteAnother beauty!
ReplyDeleteThat works for me too!
ReplyDeleteA rainy day in, yes one must stay in and make the best of things. Warm greetings to you.
ReplyDeleteOk . .. but only if it is a long weekend. . :)
ReplyDeleteBeen away for a while but have not deserted you . . . :)
not sure about you but no icey wind any where in sight around here
ReplyDeleteGood one...
ReplyDeletei relished each word! this small poem is that beautiful <3
ReplyDeleteI'd spend a week end like that with you Shadow--we have had no Spring here--so the weekends offer endless possibilities, as well as over 500 movies between checking for warmer air.
ReplyDeleteOne can dream.......
ReplyDeleteThere has to be wine too
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