You Were There

July 14th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson

The road lay in dusky darkness,
The scent of night hung heavy in the air.
My path obscured, I hid in fear,
Looked up and you were there.

The meadow was bathed in moonlight.
Fragrant wild flowers filled the musky air
Aroused by sensuous touch, I woke in fear,
Looked up and you were there.

I lie down in dusky darkness.
The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air
My body opens to your touch, no fear.
I know when I look up you will be there.

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Bugged

July 4th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson

bugsFly, little fly buzz round my head.
One little swat, fly is dead.

‘Squiter, ‘squiter bite my hide.
One little slap and ‘squiter died.

Wood tick buried in my toe.
One little match and pop you go!

Bee, little bee hums round my shin.
If he stings just once, can’t sting again.

Surely science could find some drug
To keep us all from being bugged!

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