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If it's Opposite Day,
wouldn't it not be Opposite Day?
 Nov 2014 Ashley Browne
Isobel G
Will you catch me
when I fall for you
©Nicola-Isobel H.      24.11.2014
 Nov 2014 Ashley Browne
Jack
~

I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
 Nov 2014 Ashley Browne
Jack
~

“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes

“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”

Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands caress velvet curves, moving
Satin ******* excite at the touch, firming
Mouths meet across milky shoulders

“Chilly coatings mingle, drafty windows squeal”

Reaching behind delicate fingers guide, slowly
Passion emanates from quivered partings
Honey drippings moisten, sticky, sweet
Whispered moans tantalize, moments ignite

“Wind chimes sing frantically behind icicle curtains”

Down pillow yearnings, grasped, held
Eyes look back, smiles meet motions
Held closer, breathless exhales on dreams exposed
Deeper finds the pristine moment

“Algid gusts wail through frigid echoed alleyways”

My name, loudly called, enchanted nirvana
Faster still, bodies in charged friction
Two become one, senses explode, flooding oasis
Eruptions quake bodies in perspired heap

“Arctic blast pierces sweltering pleasures”

Ecstasy sings in midnight harmonies
Melodic as the polar pulsations beyond
Numbed in devotion’s destinations
Wondrous snowy white blankets chill the world

*“As our love provides winter’s perfect heat”
Hey, it is cold...just trying to stay warm.  :)
There
will
be a day
where you don't
run-across
my mind
whenever
I wake up.
           But for now,
I'll let you
rest as I
enjoy my
morning
cup
of
tea.
-Andrew Durst
 Nov 2014 Ashley Browne
SG Holter
she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.

here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.


this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
 Nov 2014 Ashley Browne
Molly
Why does the smell of my own room
remind me of you?
Is that why I was so desperate to leave for good?
Why my parents say "it's so ****
good to see you."

"I still look to see if he's smoking out the back."
My father's unshed tears roll out
and I try and catch them with nothing to catch.
No hands to hold out, even,
I gave up holding out.

There's so many things to get over.
I feel like my happiness has run out;
in my dreams I ask you
"am I dreaming?" and you argue no -
but I know - and pinch myself to prove it.

And when I wake up it's not over.
I've been waiting for so long because
I know it will get better,
but when and how long will it last?
The cow jumped over the moon.
Udderly de-fence-less..
Cartoon on TV
Have a great Forth of July
71. Today
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