Connection – Page 2 – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

TURBULENT SACRIFICE

Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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BEAUTY IN SPACES

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 just the carcass, you can leave if you […]

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BITTER BRIDGES

Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness, always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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DOWN THE DRAIN

My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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THE THORN ON THE ROSE

A rose blooms on the bush, colour catches consciousness, leave me not the thorn. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This is a re-post

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THE LIGHT IS TOO LIGHT

Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet. You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards drip… drip… nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once […]