These Hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal – twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print? the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of my…
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One Night at The Mandrake
It’s early Sunday afternoon, and we step out onto the pavement, dream-like and elevated. Would I say reborn? No, too pretentious. We inhale the fresh air, take in the bright late-summer sunshine and weave through the London throng towards home. We’ve just emerged from 24 hours at the five-star, luxury, boutique hotel, The Mandrake. First…
