L'Amour

L’Amour, (Love)
et La Mort (and death)
et le mort-gage. (and the death-pledge.)

‘One thing, worth failure and fall,
One thing to fill the cosseted hearts,
buoyant as an ocean bound ball,
One thing, from church steeple, to shopping Mall.
Love.
Love is all.’
Jeffrey Archer.

The Power Of Love: ultimate muse of poets, artists, and songwriters alike. How vacant our culture would be without the artistic and physical expression of love.

LOVE: The source of, and sometimes so tragically powerful as to cause the end of, life. The pop songs which we subconsciously compile to make the soundtrack of our lives. The special days, in which we buy a card to show mother, or father, or Saint Valentine our appreciation……

This…..is Love.

From the moment our heads are squeezed in reverse penetration, screaming from between the tumescent vaginal void of our mother, a bond is forged that is hard to break. The months of nipple sucking. Baths together. The kiss goodnight. Heavenly comfort we seek out the rest of our live-long days.

12 years later……………………………………We hate mother as we will our ex-wives.

A sticky wicket in science class when light breaches student-teacher’s blouse. A glimpse of knickers, when school sanctioned P.E skirts lift delicately in the springtime up-breeze. The shame that avalanches down when an auto-erotic rummage pops into orgasm, and you are left only with the 'for-shame' gaze of ghosts.

This...is SEX