Conviction (iv)
I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.
I like to laugh and be happy
With a beautiful kiss
I tell you, in all the world
There is no bliss like this.
Stevie Smith (1902 - 71).
2 comments:
Hi Peri,
I came across your blog thanks to your kind link, and I immediately recognise some of your other BT links.
And I felt catapulted into a different dimension. Quilts and poetry. Both so beautiful, both so far away. That random contact with something out of my own comfort zone.
I particularly enjoyed the Spike Milligan. Thanks for reminding me of 30-odd years ago. A different world indeed.
Hi Peri,
I came across your blog thanks to your kind link, and I immediately recognise some of your other BT links.
And I felt catapulted into a different dimension. Quilts and poetry. Both so beautiful, both so far away. That random contact with something out of my own comfort zone.
I particularly enjoyed the Spike Milligan. Thanks for reminding me of 30-odd years ago. A different world indeed.
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