The Last of The Great Lovers is a load of things really. Its a painting, a letter, a song, a black board, a message, a clue, a confession, a text, a thought, a morning well spent, a front door, a kiss goodbye and a kiss hello, a sketch, a scribble, a mess, a laugh, a gift.
Its an old painting painted over and its made in chalk to rub up against and smudge but that might make you dirty. Rubbing up against paintings thats just nasty!
nests
Throwing wishes out from the wishing well
Buying time for lost pennies
Ecoes of night where the morning fell
into the your hands my head.
X's and O's
cross these fingers and toes
tounges touch, fingers seek
shivered skin tickles hair
as lovers feeling speak
Blister this sun
Popped in the bruised sky
pierce the squinted eye lids
bleed blue into my eye
these square key letters
sent to your password door
saved to make you better
when the missing is more
reunite friends in a lovers bed
all but nerves will rest
holding the lovers words just said
each letter a twig for a nest
x
p.s. "I gaze into the bulb on the edge of the moment now thrust to taught
how friends find natural comfort without discomfort or distain?
Its in the eyes, its in the beat, its in the warmth and cold feet."
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