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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.