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Posted on March 27, 2011 at 3:23 AM

And Isis kisses

The breasts of Jodie


Each kiss like planting

A small blossom on


A still small pond and

Jodie strokes her hair


And runs her finger

Down Isis’s back


And outside two cats

Fight and a railway


Train sounds and the bed

Rocks as their hot love


Making takes off and

The shadows on the


Walls seem like a hushed

Audience of loving


Well wishers and on

Lookers and Isis


Kisses downward and

Jodie opens her


Mouth to say words but

Nothing comes nothing


Formulates just air

Just warm hot air and


The tingling nerves

Race down her spine and


Lights go on and off

In her head and she


Runs her thin finger

Along Isis’s


Ass and through the now

Parted curtains a


Moon hangs in the dark

Evening sky like


A silver coin and

The stars like scattered


Diamonds and an

Owl hoots and Isis


Lets her lips touch the

Scented love garden


Of Jodie’s sex and

Fingers hold and eyes


Close and stars are born

And burn out and die


And a memory

Of a dear father


Dying slowly of

Cancer with all the


Sad questions asked but

Without an answer.



Categories: Poetry & Lyric, Terry Collett

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Reply El Roi' Jackson
10:45 PM on March 27, 2011 
Very Interesting Terry, I always enjoy reading you.
Reply Terry C
6:45 AM on March 28, 2011 
Thank you, El Roi.