Before We Die
before we die,
we must
be sure to read
the book
of longing ..
maybe together
under an
ancient yet still
white
foaming quilt
and with
a rogue bough
tapping
against our
well steamed up
bedroom
window ..
for I know that
you would
then be sure to
hold me tight ..
of course,
we would be
more than crazy
to try
and read it in
the shower
while you were
milking me
beneath a layer
of fine bubbles
and with
that sodden
bough
still tapping
on the bedroom
window
in the key
of F sharp minor ..
maybe
then, it would
make
more sense to
postpone
our eventual
coming
and to dedicate
these
words instead
to Irving Layton
or Federico
García Lorca ..
while allowing
the storm,
to waste itself
on our behalf
and the bough
to break exhausted ..
Before we die, we need to read the book of longing. well damn. I need that book. Nice spill.
Being too kind is gonna get you everywhere, every time .. Bless you Fia .. Neville 😎👍
Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend.
“still tapping
on the bedroom
window
in the key
of F sharp minor ..”
Always dig a write that mentions music. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cheers 🎼🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵👍
Wow. Great write. It is what it is! I too like the musical reference.
Thanks a minion .. I shall remember that .. 😎👍
Be sure to read her this longing, because I’m pretty sure she would join the ride…. passionate and hot!
You just made this old fella break out in a sweat .. Bless You my very dearest G Light💕x
😊🌺💓🕊️🎈💕✨oh and ☕☕😉