H Word

This is a safe place

A place for retreat

A place for dreams &

The excesses of phantasy

The rituals here are pleasant

Warm oils, soft music; poetry

Of the spheres, lovers in evocative 

Gowns and even stronger perfumes

Time moves as slowly as you wish

Hesitates, on occasion & sometimes

Comes to a halt completely, while those

Faltering are able to regain their composure

Fanciful thoughts are warmly welcomed

Soft conversations; slik gents, in felt fedora’s

Aroma’s of cuban cigars, such that the beautiful

Young ladies are equally voluptuously entertained

This is a secret place, for all is hidden mischievously

The joys of such camouflage adorns her every garment

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Ample

Shadow of leaded light

On the plastered wall

Sun; outside, slanted from above

Gives warmth of spring tomorrow

The print that you brought home

Leans against a cupboard

Our untidiness talks easily of

Our simplified, uncomplicated love 

Your days of continuity, a

Surety returned, because you care

That I sit in quiet, here

As the rays, and days, come and go

I have a deep desire to simply be

If I think it, if I write it

If I breathe it, if I am it

I will be here, ready for your return

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Away With The Fairies

I was taken, snatched in that instant of writing

I was becalmed by the patch of light on my arm

I thought I had forsaken peace and truth and love

That to be mistaken was sure sign of the silken glove

I chose to wait, to compose, or become composed

I rose to find the style of argument I once proposed

I rested, as if I had a case to be relieved of; unloaded

I am less of those idiosyncrasies that killed my charm

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Almost Lost

Smile

Eyes of love

Eyes

Wherever you have been

Here you are gathered

Precious

Full of surprises

Flowers, petals, columns

Stroked mechanics, pistons

Love awakened by love

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Down To

I don't have

Much money

Is there nothing else

We could talk about

I once loved you

My dearest honey

It’s there as a clue, to why

You went out on walkabout

I'd rather it be sunny

Than always raining down

This filthy lucre; it’s not funny

How she keeps us falling out

Still, as long as you’ve

Spit your dummy

There sure ain't nothing

Else we can talk about

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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