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Dehne Malagar
nowhere    Silly love, you never made me happy.
Matthew Dumalagan


Susan O'Reilly  Oct 2013
Susan O'Reilly Oct 2013
Blossoming shrubs

enveloping pubs

not a cloud in the sky

budding am I

Malaga in September

weather I'll remember

29 degrees and counting

each day it seems to be mounting

I'm not liking the creepy crawlies

giving me the heebie jeebies

to everyone's delight

I squeal in fright

Spanish are fine

until behind them in line

no problem pushing

with choice adjectives I'm gushing

My muscles are loving the heat

I can even touch my feet

my back thinks its in heaven

my shoulder readily rev-ing

Still a week to go

my tan a no-show

this sunbathing is hard work

in the shade my husband lurks

Batteries are charging

my stomach's enlarging

relaxation is seeping into my pores

lullabies, each others snores
Terry Collett Jun 2018
Malaga was where
we stayed up late
and danced and drank
at the disco.

Where we found our tents
at the base camp
and opened up
and lay fully clothed
too tired or drunk
to undress.

Where Picasso was born
and we discussed
his art until
the early hours
and too sleepy
to go on
or make love.

Malaga where we lay
on the grass
in the afternoon sunshine
watching others
pass by to and fro
or kissing in either tent
once your tent mate
had gone to see art.

Malaga where I sensed
the night air
and lay on my back
watching stars and moon
and dark space
and the dark moods
of the human race.

I wonder where
you are now
and to whom
you made love
or where and did
you ever go
to Malaga again?

That time of sunset,
the down fall
of hard rain.
© right now, Terry Collett
Couple in Malaga 1970
Terry Collett Jul 2016
We slept on the coach
from Madrid to Malaga
apart for getting out for meals
and to stretch our legs

Miriam sat next to me
sometimes laying
her head on my shoulder
other times looking out
at the passing Spanish scenes

that last meal was nice
she said
I could have eaten more

so that is why you
were nibbling my ear
back there?
I said

no that was
for different reasons
she said
if we were alone
on this coach
instead 30 odd of us
I'd have you
on the back seat

not sure the driver
we'd be pleased us
******* on his back seat
I said

when we get to Malaga
and in our tents
maybe *** can be
on the cards
she said

but you share
with that quiet girl
who wouldn't say
boo to a goose
not sure she'd
appreciate it
I said

she laughed
not with her
or with her there

Piccaso was born there
I said
my favourite artist

was he?
she said

yes and there's
a Roman theatre there too
I said

not too much culture please
she said

I said

she unzipped my jeans
and her put hand inside
to investigate my pecker
her fingers
like a bird's beak
pecking at it

I held her hand
and removed it

you'll have to wait
until we hit camp
I said

she sighed
and put her hand back
in her lap

I placed my hand
on her thigh
and touched her skin

she smiled
but wouldn't
let me in.