Jon Lloyd Biography

'How much do I love you? '
I ask myself again.
All the way to Jupiter,
And half-way back again,
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Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
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Arm: needle;
Needle: arm.
Can’t wait for you
To become better acquainted.
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Picked up once more, like marionette,
And then flung down again.
How can anyone forget
That puppets too feel pain?
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It's unlikely but true -
Your physical attraction
Entertains me
On so many levels.
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