There is a limit
But please, don’t worry yourself
n.b. Of late the UK speed limit signs have become absolutely pointless pieces of street furniture, unless you consider them to be essential props in the black humour of the living art installation that is Brexit Britain.
Is this what you get
When splitting one evenly
Or what becomes one?
Factors or products? You choose.
Leaves, starfish, fingers
Five is a magic number
One of the many.
Odd isn’t it, five? Or should we count the stalk, the wrist, the foot? Then it’s six and even.
Your towel is slipping
Each breath of cool breeze reveals
Stark inner beauty
Is it safe to ask? he asked
Ask what? she asked.
You know he said.
You’ve lost me there, she sighed.
She had hoped for something more direct;
But what she heard, was what she feared
So with his faint words
He lost her there.
Does not mean without virus
Don’t think otherwise
n.b. Familiarity breeds contempt – sometimes phrased as “loosening inhibitions.” Consent for any form of physical contact is not just a courtesy.
A show of affection may be the kiss of death. No excuses. There may not be a second chance.