But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
               “That is not it at all,
               That is not what I meant, at all.”
T.S. Eliot – from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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  1. This is a fantastic image, violet, capturing the rainbow on the table is really clever but the words make me wonder if you are OK. Hugs if needed

    Mollyx

    1. Oh Molly, I’m sorry. I am. That’s a piece of my favourite poem and I was thinking of “shattered” as that electric light splitting spark of Orgasm. Thank you for your concern; it’s not unfounded as of late, but I’m happy to say this is a lighthearted post, even if I missed the mark 😆

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