TRUST

24/04/201616/03/2019 / deuxiemepeau / 2 Comments

Trust me
as I thrust into you,
as we sweetly
split the space
within the identity
that we identify
and the disguise
that we discard in corners
where clothes are cast aside
for more carnal concerns,
born in beds soon to be
bruised and battered
as we bare bodies,
as we bend bodies bare,
tongues tingling to taste
the tender flesh
fresh for plucking.
We tumble and turn
in throbbing thrusts,
in tantalising teases, swaying
to the sweaty surrendering’s
between soon to be scented sheets
and shaking shadows, shy and silent
until I cannot tell
your limbs from my legs,
your hands from my hips,
your taste from my tongue
and in between
we slave and sleep,
and in between
we worry and work,
but before it all
we lay and linger
and before it all
we kiss and cuddle
and I curl beside you
above you, below you, inside you
and even in parting
I still feel your hold around me,
feel your breath upon me,
your scent within me…

Trust me
~~as I thrust~~
as I trust in you too.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

DELICATE THINGS

24/04/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

There are violets
in lullabies
caressing windows
where once
only sleeping notes lay

There are songs
in springtime
seducing summer
in gardens
where all colour was grey

There are violets
awaking
on walls now a witness
to the orchestra
of nature at play.

There are violets
on strings,
on sweet subtle strings,
simplicity reassured
in the delicate things.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

THE FIRST TIME, UNDER THE PINK

23/04/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

Tears on the sleeve of a boy
he’s gonna find release today,
‘Tears on the sleeve’ is what she sang
I fear he is a man today

Tears on the side of his face
this was what he’d waited for
thrown by the time and the place
he thought it would be so much more

things to touch
things to kiss
things to feel
and things to miss

Tears on a bed not his own
his tongue is gonna roam today
as Tori plays the piano all forlorn
he finally woke the dream today

Lips on the chest of a man
desire came throbbing into life
fingers trace the length of his spine
to many years under stress and strife

where to look
what to see
how to hold
and who to be

Tears on the sleeve of a man
he stripped the boy from man today
tears in the throb of each thrust
there’s no more need to kneel and pray

Lost in desire and despair
as bodies bend beyond the bed
not what he thought it would be
confusion raging in his head

where to run
where to hide
how to breathe
but still he cried

Under the pink with his pants
while the wrong band came to play
‘Can’t stop it coming! she sings
and suddenly he’s on his way

Getting off
getting off
while they’re all
downstairs

Wanna go
wanna go
but they’re all
downstairs

He read in the stars of a match
the horoscopes were wrong again
somewhere in the hold there was a catch
he won’t be cumming here again

Tears on the chest of a man
he left behind a boy today
between the thighs of a golden haired man
he left behind the boy today

Someone’s knocking
on the bedroom door
you can go now
he can go now

he’s a man now
it’s all done now.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

BEAUTY IN SPACES

22/04/201616/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

There is a beauty
within this space,
a creation considered
to compliment the concrete,

you can leave
if you like
by the stairs
or you can rest
for a while
on the seat.

There is a soul
within these veins,
a creation connected
to more than the carcass,

you can leave
if you like
by letting go
or you can stay
for a time
in the hold.

There are footprints
upon this floor,
tracks that tingle
where others have thread,

weather will wither them
and winds will wear them

but they remain
submerged
ingrained.

There are memories
within this soul,
impressions that have permeated
and beats that have broken,

they are indivisible from flesh
they are inseparable from spirit,

they are beauty
within the space
of every person.

All Words and Photography by Damien B. Donnelly

Photograph taken in the gardens of La Fondation Cartier pour l’Art Contemporian, Paris

TIME AND SPACE

21/04/201616/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / 4 Comments

I’ve seen you
on faces,
in places
you’ve never been,
in places
you’ll never be,
on faces,
other faces,
not your face,
in a place
that has no claim
to your space
since life
took your trace
from all of space.

I’ve seen you
on faces,
in foreign places
looking for traces
of the ‘what has been’
and the things I’ve seen,
looking for the layers
you laid on me,
the depths you drew
onto who I was
and what you knew
to be true,
the hope that was me
and the growth that killed you.

I’ve seen you
on faces,
your trace
impossible to erase,
with no regard
to time or space.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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SCUTTLE AND SCURRY

20/04/201618/04/2016 / deuxiemepeau / 6 Comments

We scuttle and scurry
through stepping storms
and stormy skies,
through coughs and cries
and hellos and goodbyes.

We scuttle and scurry,
seasoned citizens
battling the seasons,
the blistering breezes,
the rains and the sneezes,
the smothering sweats
and the winters that freeze us.

We scuttle and scurry
from blankets to brollies
beneath covetous clouds
through clustering crowds,
over pools and puddles
splashing mud on our muddles.

We scuttle and scurry
through this life
in such a hurry

that it’s often gone
before we’ve got it.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Photography taken under a stormy sky by The Palacio Real de Madrid, Spain.

BLUE BRIDGES

19/04/201625/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / Leave a comment

A bridge in blue
between me and you
no car can carry me
no boat can bare me
no bike can bring me

closer.

A bridge in blue
between me and you
too deep to dare
too cold to consider
too close for comfort

all connection crushed by the current.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Amsterdam at Sunset

BETWEEN THE LIGHT AND THE LEGACY

18/04/201616/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / 6 Comments

Paris,
in between the
light and the legacy,
there is a silence waiting to
be heard.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Sunset on Pont des Arts, Paris

COVETING CROWS

17/04/201616/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / 9 Comments

Flight

There is a bloom bursting in the bleak of winter
There are shadows that lurk in the sun’s embrace
There is a crow overhead looking mean and sinister
There’s an order disordered in time and space

Flap

There is a light that shines on shadows in autumn
There is pain in the thorn of the blooming brier
There is a crow that flies though nobody sees him
There is deception in things we think we desire

Fear

There are people are laughing without rhyme or reason
There are others counting up all they have lost
There is beauty in bloom no matter the season
While that crow overhead is counting up the cost.

Fall

There is a shadow overhead watching us wither
There is a bird in flight just biding his time
There is destruction flapping on feathers that flutter
There is a crow who now covets our reason to rhyme.

All Words and Pictures by Damien B. Donnelly