SHEDDING

  When all the fuss has faded like guilt that glides from gloss, when I’ve pulled back the hair, when I’ve crept from the clothes, when my flesh is all that you see and there is nothing left to hide the parts of me I never wanted to be, Will you…? Will I…? When my […]

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I AM…

  Beau, tu sais? Tu es beau, c’est vrai. Non, I say, ca, c’est pas vrai. Moi, je sais d’autre chose, mais beau? Non, I say, je ne suis pas beau. Fragility I know, mon ami s’appelle fragilitĂ©, pour lui je porte a smile, comme de vĂȘtements, like a shield, mon sourire est beau, ca, […]

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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 […]

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HEAVY DUTY

  Heavy. Duty. Responsibility is weighty. Weighs on the burdens, on the burdens that mount. How the distance mounts over the months. The years. The tears. The fears. The identities. The identities we partake in, we personas we put on, we pretend to, we play with, the personalities we scrub away to start again. Once […]

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ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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SCARLET RISING

  Eat the storms, Mother said, boil these beds of bitter blackness until the dream rips through the rain and translucent turns to trust, even a diamond must ache in the darkness until compression can no longer compound its shine. Eat the storms, Mother said, slip the shivering skin out under shimmering sky until touch […]

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GREEN GARDEN

    Behold the delicate daffodil, spirited squirrel, moist moss of early morning in green garden, towering tree thriving through winter, the peace that dawns with the dust, the blue sky afloat on still water, absorbing, reflecting, meditating, the simple root the river runs, the rustle of the red rose tipped with thorns, the flowering […]

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