PLAY HIM

  Play me he pleaded and she conceded, trickle a tune along my spine make thee mine. I’ll make you whine she promised him and so she played him then she laid him then she splayed him. She teased the sheets she scorched the score and she nibbled on notes he never even knew existed […]

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Care

Originally posted on Christina Strigas:
I do not know what you truly think of me or of all my dead lovers. Once they kissed my skin wrapped me up in denim cheap corner motels backseat heaven kissed them in closets on gurnies, trust me you would not care how ?I wore my black phase through…

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NO LINES

There are no direct lines anymore  no direct direction no friction  no fuss it’s not straight ahead to the right or left I’ve left the centre I’m to the left of centre to the right of what was considered right and wrong this is the midway the in between  the middle ground  of what used […]

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SHADES OF METROS MOVING

  I take the metro and tour the world on one single line, in one single hour, I am south and white, not so south  that I am ghetto, but I’m still south so I start in paler shades, fragile skin, freckled skin, skin burnt by sunlight and I travel central to chicer centres, to […]

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CARVED IN

  You are carved upon the lines, carved upon the seat, carved upon the branches and the roots and the shoots of the tree that stood before you, carved upon the life, carved upon the heart, carved upon the tears and the tissue and the memory of the mind that holds you, your scent is still […]

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Translucent Changes

I am surrounded by change,  greens going brown,  burning into translucency, visible into invisible  as leaves leave branches to flitter and float in the air turning, twisting,  changing, change,  change they say,  change they whisper, transform, turn too, in turn, turn out, I was stuck once, in a position,  positioned between the seams,  sewn into […]

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