A big chopper
Up, up, into the sky, the juddering rumble of the spinning rotators.
If only Michael Angelo had explained why,
Those circling blades made it fly.
Does anyone know just what makes it go
Up, up into the sky the juddering rumble of the spinning rotators.
I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Hagar, ironically when he went on his first deployment for 8 weeks. It wasn’t even war – it was just an exercise. He spent 8 weeks on HMS Ocean. I can remember feeling like we were being severed apart. I knew that if I could feel this much pain as I pined that I must truly love him, otherwise I wouldn’t care.
When we met he was stationed at RAF Aldergrove in Northern Ireland. He was a Puma navigator. He worked 3 weeks in Northern Ireland and then would come home for a week at a time. I was wrapped deliciously in the intoxication of young, passionate love.
Time slowly passes
If only the passing grains of time
Would flow fast then slow.
Quickly when we are divided,
Slowly when we are united.
A planted seed of passion.
A one week a month ration.
Our first kiss made my insides glow,
My legs weak, my knees go.
I tumbled into your strong embrace
And immersed myself in your face.
Wet kisses like silk,
A warm sweet nectar of honey and milk.
Time passes, days past flow.
A candle burns deep inside me,
Each second I feel its flame grow.
Don’t leave me.
Hug me, squeeze me,
Baby I love you,
Don’t ever let go.
I miss the innocence and passion of our youthful love but it’s nice to reflect on it here now as we prepare to be severed again. The children are a distraction. They make the time pass faster. We can’t indulge in each other with the same intensity anymore but I am delighted that we once did.