When we first kissed, I thought I saw
A sliver of my soul escape into your
Mouth at the first sip of you I took.
The next day, I slept in the back of
A friend’s car, a journey far way from
You, and felt like a piece of me
It wasn’t a hangover.
A long time later we finally decided
That we loved each other, and a longer
Time later, we still take sips from
Each other’s souls.
Was that our partaking of the cup of
Eternity, that first kiss, that touch which
Lingers here on my lips every day?
R 12/06/2023 20:09
As usual, a slightly shorter one on Mastodon (minus the denial of the hangover), and I like this one better, also as usual.
On my walk I had so many ideas for so many things, but time slipped and the momentum has slipped, although I did make some very brief notes on my phone as I was walking (and nearly crashed into something or someone).
Madge still doesn’t start and I am more flummoxed forever. Sometimes I’d give up my writing talent to be practical. But then neither of those two things have much value set on them by the world nowadays.
No point me even commentating on Johnson and the Tories. If those of you who voted for them at any point in the last 13 years can’t see that you voted for evil and calculating people and were taken for a ride, I don’t think there’s any hope for you.
The sun is shining. I have very many things to do.
And I’ve just noticed that the protective platic cover that came with this new keyboard has got a hole in it on the O key. So much for this being a useful simple thing then. And I don’t type that hard, honestly. I just type at the speed I need to type at (and even that seems slow to me).