celebrating and creating our own LGBT history

day twelve

 

I remember those days

So hot with need, I wanted to beat my chest and roar.

I remember those nights, sweated through to exhaustion,

Spiked with lightning and loud joy.

Then lying panting  and shuddering in ruined sheets.

When did it all go?

Am I now really so content,

To lie alone?

In my tidy bed.

 

 

 

 

Meg Merrilees, Wales

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Comments on: "day twelve" (5)

  1. erotic nostalgic fabulous writing

  2. Kelly Tonks said:

    Evocative! Lovely piece Meg.

  3. How very well put darling, may your bed be messy again one day

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