in the strange familiar house

the silence hums

long forgotten songs

to ancient tunes

when the world was new

and love was true

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‪Staring, at the starting day, through the dark window, she tastes, the ham is off, but eats, it anyway. She really, can’t be bothered, to find something else, to eat, on the morning, of this Friday, signalling the end.‬

Madness

frantic
the rain
falls
on the plain

madly
he strokes
my silky strings

making
my body
sings

arching
in a pelvic sway

melting
wet
the tune
we play

Pictureby #adrianborda #deviantart

The strange familiar house

all  my life 

as far back

as I can remember

I dreamt

of three houses

strange strange strange

I woke up in one of them

this morning

my first visit to Uranus.
The house is old

very old

very neglected 

but the familiarity  

was unmistakable 

slight differences

to the dream…

the ensuite bathroom

is slightly off angle

and the kitchen 

is bigger
I know I’ve been here

with the wind breezing

through the organza

meeting him

my angel

he told me his name

in this house

but for the life of me

I can’t remember it

it started with an “A”
I haven’t seen my angel
in 5 years

I guess

it was

when 

I stopped

believing