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Nigel Morgan Dec 2012
IX

Oh this gradual coming together as sleep lifts away from bodies resting just apart but then a little turn on the pillow knees touch there is the slightest kiss of a nose a mingling of feet hands may rest atop a thigh and touch experimentally This is such bliss all consuming no thought but each body’s press and caress so slightly so gently given until hands and limbs and kisses and the dearest stroking fills us to the brim with that longing which only the deeper kiss can quench Afterwards we watch from our attic bedroom leaves departing their trees

X

The steep steps and Doric pillars eight in all gather us into an entranced gloom only to spill us out into the light and space of galleries filled with Cyprian artefacts an owl with a removable head more porcelain than even your great aunt could look at but in a corner there were these bowls from Syria 12C and earlier Michael Cardew could have thrown and patterned but didn’t One in Iranian green inscribed thus blessing prosperity glory grace joy happiness security and long life to the owner  nothing more surely ever to be wished for ever to be wanted

XI

My Chinese heroine has a soulmate: Jilia’s deer in flight across a page of Somerset Soft White and Tengin mould oh the verse of Hafiz 14C Sufi mystic flowing into the body of this running beast Rejoice you lonely seeker of the scented path out of the wilderness the perfumed deer has come and there was more in different hands paper parchment poems exquisitely rendered into living words In a frame Goethe’s leaves of the Gingo Biloba stuck to his letter of love to married Marianne This leaf from a tree in the East has been given to my garden

XII

Captivating in beauty glowing silvery-white petals flutter down to lay a blanket of snow beneath the flowering trees and miraculously they did and more to make us wonder that negative space could be so powerfully wrought Hiroshige the master in his element of the winter snows eloquent landscapes figures on the Edo to Kyoto road the detail of raised up clogs and warm layered garments of a Geisha walking out with her maid the stone blue waters the pale reflecting skies the delicate embossing of waves and the flow of hillsides the ukiyo-e woodblock prints pictures of the floating world

XIII

Wearing purple and red your near to Advent colours grace this table we lunch at before a final walk through the city full of our time here amongst the towers and chapels and more history and art than we can manage for the time being Again and always whelmed over by your beauty seen against the press and clutter the clustering in the peopled streets the bicycled roads and in this one o’clock restaurant’s clamour how is it that my eyes are wholly on you my ears only hearing your sweet voice my fingers reaching out to touch you again?
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Red wine,                                        red stockings which are not out of danger.
The boy died after the wedding of Alquimia Paradíso
of a high receptionist in a few minutes.                            In the burial of fuel,
you can abuse the value of cultural products
and be demonstrated in the work of the Cold
War and it was great. He sent, however,
the thought of Karl Marx, that is,                           with the sign of cutting off
Laura.                        Finally I heard a conversation in the bright field image
of the attack condition.                 Suddenly he woke up and scratched easily. Serotonin cooks and relaxes. If Janus is a lie;
eye of the storm was born oxygen in the cage.
There is a shadow of Israel.                               The bomb cannot be infected,
and the white butterfly after the serotonin flame tubes
the Hiroshige fishermen mention the dogs.                         In the worst recent
and squeaky consumer bag,
the one who received a gift in prison court, like a drunk man, out of the sky,
               and in the garden there is a little boy here for the wedding banquet;
he was also the chief governor at the risk of a general assembly
of couples in socks in the professional world.

Since he is at a funeral,
although it seems that he himself
was coming out of the battle of cultures,
the food should be cold weather:
it may not really be a big problem.
Sign of Carlos' sign of the desperate.

When they had heard the complaints
of the movement of the hippocampus
to acquire the images of fame suddenly,
the doors now. Suddenly he woke up shortly.
I rubbed my eyes. It's Purely serotonin.
For the stars in the prison, and he will
destroy from his dream at the same time
with the castle in the pain of antiquity.
And in the shadow of Israel. And the glory
of the white areas.              As we have seen, hunger can be seen from a bird. Serotonin is an aerial view of a fisherman...

The reason is the consumer bags of Eriko consumers.
To prostitutes in a "queen of sensible song"
and place your carrots. Turkish painting returned
to the table on the seabed, the same planet,
the unchanged punishment that Marcus shared
with prostitutes, the production of sanctuaries
and the armed men found [an idea of ​​the variety
of soft drinks]. The icon touched the water
with the help of J. Care. from what we hear
empty photos of the marvelous, a bomb that
goes out from the depths of the sea to wake up
from the bottom of the cause is unknown.
This rude awakening., And the life of Granada.
I rubbed my eyes. CNN is not heavy eyes sets
of women serotonin feel pain. Eye care that the star
first flight rest pain arranged ****.                            Israel uses the dark tone.
Iran, however,               the white house will be infected butterfly prostitutes.
                   But the scene like a bird hungry for serotonin on the world stage, unfortunately, practicing the art of fishing,
and the fire is advancing.                         Many of the new pains of the Buzz,
puTas and Ericho LosT The music and poeTry
of the world destroyed;                     the prison for journalists and prostitutes.
A reading from the beginning,                          nor the cure the coast of Italy.
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
The socks are of her wine;                                             the driving of the risk.
The boy's paradise receptionist,
Prince general after the honeymoon
Alchemy chats for a few minutes.
The food at the burial of one's ideas,
and do not make up the mind of the *******.
She is paid, it is evident from the cultural
products of the Cold War that this is a work
of very great discomfiture. When the thought
of Karl Marx touched their eyes, they have,
of course, when he was cut off from the assistance
of a symbol.                      At last I heard the other side of the sea of ​​rhetoric;
the image of the regions of a sudden movement
of the white garment of salvation.
                                     Suddenly she wakes up easily and scratches my eyes.
Boil serotonin and relax. If the eye is Janus,
the company lost sleep with the old stars with oxygen in the cage.
There is a shadow of Israel.
The bomb would be infected with a white butterfly.
Then there is the image of serotonin Hiroshige
fisherman to enter into a flame gun dogs fame.
Old Jericho's fresh meat, ***** and creaking oxygen bags.
Drunk driving into the cage socks risk that a child
who receives a gift from paradise's general air conversation
with the leader of wedding couples in the professional
world. His funeral, through the cold war,            the sight of the food culture:
there is no space, as it is really a big problem.
When it is more a sign of Charles' fall;
instead of the sign, i.e., a heaven. Heard them talk,
I suddenly closed his speech to the hippocampus's
movements in the redemption of images of garments.
Suddenly woke up a bit. Rubbed my eyes.
It happened on serotonin. Of the star is at the same time
you lose the sleep,                          in a cage with an old Castle with the pain.
In the shadow of Israel. Glory and white developer.
As we have seen, hunger is evident from the grandparents
of serotonin is a panoramic view of a fisherman.
Eriko's fresh food and oxygen theme sack.
Having worked as a journalist from Cage,
tree in its music, I still have not completed
the first Soba but have become a state and
a better poetry Bedi in Japan. That is intended
for general public use; empty buildings after the hounds
to drink safe; playground for boxing and alchemy gardens;
                                               socks and shoes have celebrated their wedding.
And, as the Queen of the sensitive "Khan"
prostitutes and the world a lot yours. The ship's return
Star Craft Tatar dye stuff to fame is that monster,
Marcus, this is an introduction,                  he's a fool for cultural production,
burial and cold prostitutes and gunmen;
                                   [the ideas that range from a couple of sodas energetic].
The icon's help when J. deeply touched the water
left behind. Rhetoric is heard,         surprised that the empty images are shot,
the depths of the bomb from the bottom of the sea wake up
for unknown reasons. This is a rude awakening. And the
Granata. Rubbed my eyes. CNN has serious eye uses
serotonin prostitutes are for baking.      Was sent to the rest of the aging eye,
beneath what star it for the first time the flight of the pain
of the custody of the Janus. Israel uses the dark tone.
Iran, however, the White House will be infected
by prostitutes and butterflies. Furthermore, the stage
like a hungry bird; stage of serotonin tool at the end
of the world unfortunately fishers, and thus a fire,
jumping ahead.               ***** lover's fresh grief in the Ancient World Buzz;
Many Erichos. In the fictional world destroyed in a cage,
and music journalists and ******. The first is nothing
to fear, loose a good lesson and collar in the Italian city.
Ian Jul 5
your flesh—
tincture of
the swan’s
plumage—
phantasm-blanc.
your eyes—
suave-ciel
like the pleasant
waters of
crete.
your hair—
gilded
gossamer
strands
like the
aurum
silk of
cambodia.
your brow—
grace
delicacy
incarnate—
like the
brushstrokes of
hiroshige.

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