Dusk at another airport
One can see the heat hanging
A yellow orb is low in the sky
Slowly turning to egg yolk
And then mango
Sinking slowly as a goodbye
Turning the color of oranges
Finally some red markings
As that sun drops away
Minutes pass, the clouds celebrate
With pink, pale red, apricot, and aqua
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The air is fresh now, and clean,
gone is the sultry, moody sky
that carried a veil of humidity
Stroking our skin with wetness,
leaving a languid erotic sense
aware of our bodies, but lazy
Touch was work, the air heavy
love was easier to speak than do
but now we make love easily
Languid, we lay on our bed, sweat
glossing our skin, tracing salt on tongue
but after the rain, love is energized
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Having been concerned about a temperature over the last few days, I realise I was mistaken.
Last night when I went to bed, my skin was cool and normal. It dawned on me that the heat and perspiration I’ve been experiencing is my neurological disease reacting to my central heating.
My heating is as low as possible and not on all the time. I experience a ‘prickly heat’ type of reaction. It is my neurological disease response.
This is a new development; other symptoms are apparent too. I have a hard time with my left hand.
I have been trying to help my daughter find a house to buy. If she wants to stay in Oxford, it makes sense to to buy here and let it out, as prices are much higher in Oxford. I am also longlisting property nearer to Oxford.
I can’t wait to be with her at Christmas, it’s my birthday too. I have missed her so much. She will visit more frequently in the new year when more people have had the vaccine. One third of her time away has been in lockdown.
I really hope we don’t see a spike in Covid-19 after Christmas. It will ruin the roll-out of the vaccine.
Near to Christmas is the only time I miss having a partner. I miss picking out gifts for a man, choosing some clothing that really suits them, and something fun for both of us.
Being single is greatly underated, and I think some polyamorous people are happier than couples.
I’m glad my daughter is single after far too long, and can enjoy it. She needs lots of dates, to make up for her teenage years.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 