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OntheRun AnneReynolds
AnneReynolds
Thatsummerwetooktheboatout andharvestedseaurchinsfromthebaskets. Thesaltbreezescakedourhairandclothes
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aswegutted,bleachedandrinsedthem andleftthemtodryintheCornishsun. Laterwewatchedthecoloursmagically appearwitheachbrushstrokeofvarnish readyforsaleastouristlampstands.
Iknewfromthemomentyoucrossedtheroom totakemyhandinyours,thatthiswasforforever. Youwerehazelnutfudgeinplainchocolate deliciouslymeltinginmyarms.Ourkisses
newandaddictive.Touchandtenderness asdeepasmidnightblue.
Youpackedawayyoursummerclothes andlefttheminPenzanceandItiptoedout intheearlyhoursfromastuffyChilterntown Ontherun… Lyingtogetherincolourwash, lookingforrainbowsinthesashwindow ofthesharedhouseinEarl’sCourt. Yourpenandinkdrawingsmorereal
thanourhazydreamswhichslipped intothepsychedelicslipstreamofLondon.
MaybeI’llfindyouagainunderthatbush theonewesleptunderthatfirstnight justroundthecornerfromTheTroubadour. Orperhapswe’llmarchagaininprotest
againstthenapalmandAgentOrange thatilluminatedeverythingandyou myfirstlove,mybeautifulCornishlove.
