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Love You by A.M.Denning



SEND MY LOVE IN A LETTER

I’ll give you a ring

I’ll post you my heart
So we’ll never be apart

I’ll spread my legs wide –
Walk a thousand miles

To see you smile

I’ll comb my hair
And brush my clothes

I’ll even wear dungarees
If you really find them sexy

I’ll post you my heart
So we’ll never be apart

Send my love in a letter
To make you feel better

CONVERSATION

Gorgeous
Well, now you know
It’s gorgeous
Buurrrp
Oh God!
I can’t believe it’s only two
I got this catalogue
It’s got these binoculars
Very good

May I hit my head on that glass?
Do you like my hat?
It’s horrid
It’s pretty cool

I won’t wear this T-shirt again
It’s immaculate

SUNNY AFTERNOON

The sun was so bright it was like the reflection of the watch of
some higher being

The sound that was heard was the sound of individuals passing
by shop windows

A man whom in all probability wasn’t Spanish was playing
guitar in Spanish

A woman was shouting about a special offer and goody bag
with the days newspaper

A man was sitting down smoking in the light and judging a
beauty contest

The ride, the main attraction, was living – passing through
and surviving

The sun was so bright it was like the reflection of the watch of
some higher being

Seeing the carnival in town and laughing at some joke she half
remembered

CAT FRIEND CHARLIE

Two moons stare out of the gloom
Cat son, number one
A panda in the living room

No sound other than a distant engine
Roar three streets away
Black and white movie on the TV

I stroke the great detective moustache!
You waft your nose collecting clues
You perform a great send off

FAIRGROUND

There was a sound like the end of the world being
celebrated. There was music and much dancing and laughter.
There were men with shaved heads and women with
tight fitting tops. There was me with legs just feeling like I’d had
sex. I’d been lonely in a crowd, swung upside down at high
speed and been sick upon. There was a ghost train that was less
scary than the inside of my brain. A hot dog stall that made me
feel sick and a picture of an American woman in a bikini that
made me feel sick. There was a man’s bottom that aroused my
attention. There was my girlfriend, with eyes so sad but a happy
smile and I hugged her.

We walked away from the ride with wobbly legs, reminded of
sex, and we smiled at each other. We walked to the park and
laughed at the goats hiding from the rain. The mud was like a
farm, and we drank tea in a dirty café. We had our fortunes read
and I knew my fortune was right next to me, and that she was
lovely.

We walked through the fair like a couple of old women
remembering how to have fun.

We went on rides and we had some.

LOVE YOU

You chase me through fields of imagination, pin me down
and undress me.

The gift of sun shall warm our tingling bodies; my body
tingles by itself.

I shall unknowingly purr in your ear with a whisper whilst
we love, and you shall interpret my whisper as love.

We should be arrested for indecency, for the sky is a public
blanket, and the grass a public bed.

We should want to stay in each other, and the other should
never be dead.

And at that time, I would not see as others see, but as God
sees, and the sea sees, and all of nature sees.

I would feel so different to my usual feeling, and I would not
be scared.

Your eyes would sparkle like birds, and your face change in
a different light to be as soft as the day it was born.

And my unspoken love would be spoken; my secret love
would be real, and be gentlemanly, and caringly never
trouble you.

And I would certainly love you.

GOLDEN

I could hold you or cradle you
Twinkling eyes painting your face
I could fully embrace you
Tell you I love you without words

Everything and nothing would change
Hand holding in the rain
Star gazing in the sunshine
If only you would be mine

ONE SUNDAY EVENING

Outside it was raining, God crying
One Sunday evening as I went walking
The building beckoned me in, bricks and mortar

As disease enthusiasm caught
I wondered what I’d bought
Perfection rarely lasts longer than sex
An open mind would stifle yawns

Turning my back into a hand for applause
A burning feeling I should burn in hell
Lacks the feel good factor
Needs a sinner to make it fashionable

A soul saving, a religion selling
Faces so happy they were singing
Words so important, I couldn’t grasp a meaning

THE RELUCTANT JOB INTERVIEWEE

Men in matching suits for all to see
Stolen pony-tails and individuality
I wish to see them naked behind desks
Beer bellies attached to straining necks

Play with machines to pass the hour
Playing games that require no skill
Playing ‘snap’ by the windowsill
I wish they could see me at home

I would listen out for the door bell
Bob Dylan hair, smoking, sitting alone
Or dress as a woman to feel my best
Wear a pair of plastic false breasts

Detest the uniform, dread the fate
Make him coffee, make him late
Silently dislike his normality
A stolen pony-tail and individuality

THE BEST INSANITY

All the best meat, all the best drink
A selection of reading matter
A delicious jet black chocolate bar
A sticky sweet as it should be

Service with a smile, he smiled as he served
He bent and stooped and looked around,
and we all tried not to notice him
rooting around in the dustbin outside our home

The clouds were oh so beautiful to him
The slight breeze announcing summer was thrilling
Our daughter left a bottle of gin
and we secretly sort of adopted him

A NIGHT IN

The way you played piano
Pretty fingers dancing
I cried inside and smiled
Moved beyond speaking

Shall I build a collection of jazz greats?
My mind is surely moving
Body shaking and swaying
To the sounds that fill me

Smoky night in a fancy club
Your eyes didn’t sparkle or shine
They became my focus of vision
They meant everything

So I shook your hand, my heart stood on end
It was the beginning of the end
but I remember you now

A persisting melody
A memory haunting me

A CERTAIN SOMEONE

If I won the lottery I would give you my money
If I was a bee-keeper I would give you honey

I would act as lip-balm to soothe your lips
Qualify as a doctor, examine your every crevice!

Throw down my coat over your puddle
I would be your coat in times of trouble

Love you as you are, be your certain someone
I would smooth your frown or be no-one


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The Valentines ( 1996 )
  • Love You ( 1997 )
  • The Impossible Comeback ( 2000 )
  • Inbetween Days ( 2001 )
  • Rainbows ( 2002 )


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