My Five Senses

Sometimes we are lonely, in a deliciously melancholic, rather than depressive way. We live betwixt and between the realisation of love and the sense of our loved one’s absence, acknowledging that both affirm life to us. It is better than being numb….

 

My Five Senses

I’m watching every penny

with nothing to lavish on you

but rich brocades and drapes of velvet

call to mind the texture of you

……It’s why I’m missing you.

My sad heart’s not despairing,

darling you’re the rare thing,

my five sense affirming,

could be good for me.

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My Five Senses © Peter Giles

Summer sun

The summer sun beats down on my back, the wind caresses my hair. There’s ice in my glass, flirting by the pool… I know it can’t last but I don’t care. ~

The summer sun beats down on my back, a searing wind fingers my soul. There’s death in the grass troops are on the move, to last till tomorrow is my short-term goal. ~

The first will be last and the last will be first when the Reaper collects his dues…

Summer sun beats down on my back

Summer sun beats down on my back

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Here in the wilderness

cactus and vultures sociably share my company

cactus and vultures sociably share my company

Out here my exile drags on…

as the sun claws its painful way

across the face of a blue-lipped sky,

but night’ll hide the scars away.

Here in the wilderness, here in the wilderness.

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