she is lonely like the lioness. she is lonely like the things we lie on when we don't lie on them, like the half-empty bed, so full of the knowledge that one half of it will never be lain upon and one half, if only for tonight, will.
she is lonely like the lioness. she is lonely like the things we lie on when we don't lie on them, like the half-empty bed, so full of the knowledge that one half of it will never be lain upon and one half, if only for tonight, will.
and how a hand reaches over …only to feel the coldness of the sheets….. very nice my friend
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yes, coldness….
Thanks J–
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🙂
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Witty but heavy-sad. Fine piece of work. It spoke to me.
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I am gratified you connected, Iris. Thank you for your kind assessment of my words.
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This is truly beautiful – love the concept of the bed. Great one here 🙂
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Thank you Natalie–sorry I just now saw this comment–not sure how I missed it–I appreciate your words, as always.
Have a good holiday–
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