WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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BOUND 

  We are to the road bound, paved in method, measure and movement, we dig trenches, turn earth and choke with cement (no joke). We are to the light drawn, toward the harbour, the heat and the hope, bound to shore, to security, to bath and body (to stroke). We are seekers of shelter along […]

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BODY BOUND

  I cast myself mesmerised by your movements, the curse of your curves as you covet my consciousness, as you unbutton my willingness to submit, to sink between these sheets of submission, to succumb to every single suggestion that oozes from the aura you amplify behind the clothes, beyond the flesh. We are both body bound […]

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IN THE BOX; BOUND

  Imagine beauty bundled in a box, locked from light and bound to blindness, imagine your eyes banished to its bounty while it smothers in silence, deep in the darkness. Imagine freedom in that very box, bound, blind and banished. Imagine strength deprived of that force, see it tampered, tainted and tarnished. The refugee on […]

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