May I
hold you
fold you
mould your body
into mine.
Will you
hold me
fold me
mould me
into the curves
of your body
and drink me in
like some fine wine.
Can we still
hold
fold
mould
blend into each other
and become the two coloured
artwork we were always meant to be.
Come to me tonight then
or shall I come to you
and fold into each other
with our messy human glue.







Messy human glue is the best stuff there is.
I’m sure she loved this, Peter.
My wife doesn’t get to see many of my scribblings and the ones she does she never comments on.
Anyway, I keep them all on line and hard copies in a safe downstairs so if I cark it first she’s got a lot of reading to do.
I don’t really write for anyone but myself and my crazy mind.
Hope your things are recovering well.
😘