Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

Image copyright: Harunobu's Bath by Paul Binnie Mona moaned in ecstacy as she switched off the porn and watched herself come. She thought of Tom, and realised she was falling in love with him. Why else would she think of him now? But this had nothing to do with love. Tom was her catalyst, the one she could build romantic fantasies around. At this point, it wouldn't have mattered who it was. She thought of B, but dismissed his thought. He had a small ..... After all these years, she needed someone to break that jinx for her. After she had washed her hands and was taking a hot bath, she thought, "Why have I hid the animal in me for so long? What's so wrong in gaining pleasure if you don't love somebody?" She was tired of the way she had become. Something inside her was stifled. Maybe it was her own false morality that had done this, maybe it was fear of being hurt by falling for someone you sleep with. Apparently you left a part of your soul behind each time yo

I may be blowing conch shells, writing your name with mine, choosing the place where we would get married. I may write words of flattery, create swords of despair, wipe away continents of diagrams, as I smile from ear to ear, walk on toe to toe, as you lift me up with one finger, and you watch how I imagine flying my days into a starry future. I also listen to words never said, I know the vanity and the mischief in playing that game where you always win I understand that game very well, So I'll let you believe you're winning. I feel the boredom of the finger that plays a new theme every day. I smile at your followers, each trying to open the rigid, rusty box, the one without a key, only a hidden button I'll build that dream for you, and before you shatter mine, I'll remind you that yours is just as real as the water crashing on your window sill every time, the puddles seeping and building through latches promised to be trustfully airtight.

There's a slow wind moving, the warm air from the island, drops of pearls melting from the ice, and I feel, yes, I feel again. You can call me silly, love doesn't happen between strangers, you'll say. Love does happen between strangers, and it doesn't matter what I call it, the words are irreversible, can be mounted on a clammy shelf, or hurled into the deepest seas. You can break my heart into little pieces, you can excuse yourself from past pain, I could fall in your arms like coloured cake. I could hide and never show what isn't real. It doesn't matter if there's spring or rain. All I know is I feel again. It could be dooomed, my love affairs mostly are, but I've hid long enough, I've covered my tracks well, hoping I wouldn't be spotted. But you didn't. And so I'll show myself, be gentle on me, my leg's broken and so is your gun. I see as you shove it under the covers. Will I be accepted or killed, but it doesn't matter, no, it

Image copyright: Mel Williams Morning Song Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep Let the world spin outside our door, you're the only one that I wanna see Tell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting cold Get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to hold And stop thinking about what your sister said Stop worrying about it, the cat's already been fed Come on darlin', let's go back to bed CHROUS: Put the phone machine on hold Leave the dishes in the sink Do not answer the door It's you that I adore -I'm gonna give you some more We'll sit on the front porch, the sun can warm my feet You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream I'll drink my decaf herbal tea Pretend we're perfect strangers and that we never met... My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with that's a face I'd never forget You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin Except this time it'll be even better,We&