The stars are love they hold the earth and in the saucepan constellation- there, i see it. Glinting overhead i'm in my bed instead, no really actually i think you'll find my brain has gone back remembering... Underneath a french lunar sphere us in groups or pairs (it varied) sunning each other from the afternoons rays drinking alcohol oh so much alcohol and ipod cd sounds (mainly humour) above, itching by the field spider crickets the sparkling stars are love in their saucepan constellation, my reference to that moment with a leeds boy who smelled of summer and saved my life.
lozi, i have enjoyed reading your muses. although i do not always respond - sometimes i have nothing to say but a lame "that was great"...i do always read anything here with your name attached. the ending of this piece was wonderful: "my reference to that moment with a leeds boy who smelled of summer and saved my life."
thanks corvus, your comments and readings are very much appreciated. Most of my pieces are close to my heart and true personal.
hey there. brilliant poem. really got my mind going. like sitareric said i like the flow of it was totally awesome!
