The Cost of Loving
I love you more than life itself
but I swear I'll love you better
if you let me turn the heating off
and you wear another sweater.
I cannot get enough of you -
I'm completely in your thrall,
when I see you bending over
to unplug the telly at the wall.
Yes, you're the only one for me,
my sweet and fragrant flower
(if you can ditch the daily baths
for one weekly 4-min shower).
Make no mistake. I love you loads,
you send my head into a spin -
which reminds me .. eco-wash on thirty,
cram as much as you can in.
My cup of love is full for you -
it overflows, my petal.
So make yourself a brew with me,
just don't overfill the kettle.
— Brian Bilston.
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Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse
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A moonless night cliff-side steals the sea
from us. What was sapphire beyond churlish blue
is just howl now: waves darker than closed eyelids.
Saeed Jones, from "After Last Night"
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Page 15: Fait avec amour, Joel Ambrose Laurent.
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jimmy's freakishly haunted house came alive by maz rome (@sicknessinmotion)
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the image(of)the image
we are not after truths. we are after the image of truths.
we are safer in the image of the image of truths. what we know
is forgettable and what we don’t know we live our lives scared
to forget. we are in a place between forgettable knowledge
and forfeited knowledge. no door of any width, no squeeze of any heart
will free us. once we are gone once
we are no more less than we were. from nothing to never
silence shame. we see only the image
of wounds, and the image of the image
of unforgiving fathers, slow-dying
in firelight.
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