Touch

She said: 'Record companies don't want to touch me now. I'm not marketable; I'm too much of a risk'

In the Flesh

I don't go for anaesthetized environments... like hygenic wards...pitifully scrubbed daily for infections...

I prefer a world of viruses...of dirt, soil, terrain...bacteria... to hold things in my hand... to be physically present so I can touch the face of the speaker if I so desire...

...Not absent...nor absence...nor devoid of Heart...

Give me a bloom of loving flesh so I may enjoy all company...

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Thank you for coming back

Thank you for coming back... lost as I was in my revelry. What drinks we drank! What copious drinks we shared! I never thought your sensual sex would remain with me upon waking. Why did you only appear for the dreamer, the ecliptic sleeper? Why did you pursue the etheral flesh of the astral realms?

I asked after you from those whom you knew. You hid behind unnamed locations. Yet the word got back...and you came true to your promise.

The last vision I had was us together at the breakfast table, you pouring out our glasses of champagne. Laughing like crazy lifers, joyous in our esoteric gathering.

Thank you for coming back. Our world misses you...

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