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Just to prove I'm still around, I've done a little entry for the "Christmas Micro" competition. I Love A Massive Organ At Christmas | Lush Stories
Please read and leave a comment if you enjoy it. Love, Annie x
Here's my frivolous little contribution, which hopefully should raise a smile.
I Love A Massive Organ At Christmas | Lush Stories
Looking forward to reading the other entries now!
Happy New Year,
Annie x
Quote by Guest
I wrote this at Christmas:
I’m thinking of last night and this
in particular: that kiss
under thread-swinging mistletoe
just after you were the last to say you had to go.
Our lips touched and held
a second too long, I felt. Lips unpursed I could tell
this meant more. I drowned in the smell
of your mulled breath and the wet taste
of sugar-sweet on your lips. Haste
forgotten in the perfume of that embrace.
It hurts the day after. Where do we go from here
if anywhere at all? It’s less clear
if you felt the same thrill
I did when my tongue touched yours; or if you still
will soldier on as that sympathetic friend.
Too late now, in one sense. You’ve gone away, to spend
the holiday at home. But will you send
some sort of sign? Let me know
where I stand? As for last night, all I have to show
for it is the raw, primal torture of a day spent aglow.
Bumping this for Christmas (a little late). It's one of my favourite poems, and I just spent ages trying to track it down again. It's by fuzzyblue, who isn't around any more.