Once the night blankets the city, my thoughts turn to you.
My body turns to you.
Its coordinates set to yearn for your touch. Its curves reaching through these foreign streets and spaces for your north, your heat, your need.
Kyoto Nights
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Divine pictures and touching words. Thanks
You always indulge me with the most wonderful compliments, Nick…
You do well in b&w. If life were only the same…
At least we have this medium to conjure up and savour our monochrome fantasies…
The blossom will soon
shiver from the trees like
snow in Spring, so blow,
blow it towards him, each
tiny petal a
token of love. x
Thank you for spoiling me with your incredibly evocative poetry once again, fridayam…
[this is good]
[cue sly smile]
NICE