Help me! She cried In grassy repose Her breath clear and strong Again from her run Cerulean canvas And pure white cloud Remind her she’s small In case there was doubt The wind from the west Blows oak and beech wild Twin centaurs watch over This poor weeping child Crows call … Continue reading Spurned
Tag: Loss
The Wound
This thing between us was Fun and light A summer day in my life I bathed myself in your sun Embraced someone Far from his wife Open hearted soft The sweet kiss of Little death Your delicious gift Was transitory A moment’s starry breath For you remained True to an ideal Of union … Continue reading The Wound
Strength
I’ve always had strength inside me But lately I’m starting to know That whatever I try to distract me I can’t avoid missing you so You cast me aside the moment I meant something special to you I spilled right into your home life And that would never do You made it clear … Continue reading Strength
Entre Nous
You lie here deep within me And saturate my core I struggle to see others Since you wriggled through my door The door to the etheric And forms of increased light I find your presence everywhere So luminous and bright From physical to mental You are the one I see Sitting within the … Continue reading Entre Nous
All Change
Today I have changed the name of my site from 'The local government officer, the charity worker and her lover' to 'Elana's Ink'. This represents the changes that have taken place in my life since I set up the site last year. 'The local government officer' and I separated when he couldn't deal with the … Continue reading All Change
The buttered bun
Ok so I understand this is the phrase that describes sex with a woman when she has just been with someone else. The local government officer was surprisingly turned on by his wife, the charity manager, fucking her new lover. Consequently we had some of the best sex of our marriage! Apparently it was the … Continue reading The buttered bun
Sunday
I've always loved Sundays. A lie in, tea in bed, a roll around with my beloved, a tasty brunch, maybe a walk, a fire on a cold day and a lovely meal. Fantastic 🙂. I still love Sundays but today as I sit here with my coffee after brunch, I am alone. Don't get me … Continue reading Sunday
