RARE GLIMPSE

  I peal skin from secrets, I tear flesh from foolery, I face fragility’s reflection, catch this rare glimpse before it shatters. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a #ShapePoetry Twitter prompt.

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LONGING; THE TASTE OF THINGS TO COME

  Tongues taste our thoughts when our thighs twist and tumble, when we slip from sensible to supple, shuffling off our slips, when lips lick lines of longing, disrobing desire from distraction, curious to current caress, covetous carried toward carnal, slipping onto soft sheets soon to be sweaty, soon to be soiled with that sensual […]

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BALENCIAGA; l’OEUVRE AU NOIR, AU MUSÉE BOURDELLE, PARIS

Cristobal Balenciaga Exhibition l’Oeuvre Au Noir (Working in Black) at the Musee Bourdelle, Paris, France. An Alchemist at work in shadow and light… Musee Bourdelle was the home and atelier of sculpture Antoine Bourdelle and the Haute Couture collection of Balenciaga whispers around his works of art.   All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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BEAT ON; STILL MOVEMENT AFTER THE DANCE

  We evolve from wombs to rooms we revolve around, a space within space where we whisper tender tales into tight twists in curt corners crammed with comfort and chaos, this shifting space whose sides echo with movements that time has noted but pain has not yet processed… Fragility unfolds throughout space; my space, your […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 8; HUES OF WHO WE ARE

  Blue boy harbouring at hints from other hues; breathless to be breezy, tu sais? A longing to lay with lavender, on a lawn of iris and amethyst, to be lyrical with lilac in its supple shade, to whisper over walls like blankets over bodies, like worry over waves, ready to be ruby in red, […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 7; OUR SHADE IN TIME

  Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 6; CAUGHT ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations, Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned, Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut, Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 5; COLOURED SHOWERS

  Lilac showers Parisian walls to lift the day from tones of grey, colours whisper to hungry minds from lithesome leaves to planting seeds, branches bound like blood to body, to walls so willing like veins now filling, lilac leans with leaves of green, gently swaying, thoughts are weighing, nature bends to hear my call […]

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