BOOKENDS; THIERRY’S LINE

  One ordinary, rather hot summer night, nothing special, nothing different, in my mind I ran my finger down the line of hair that ran from your chest before disappearing beneath your shorts as the breeze blew open your shirt and I caught the smile in your eye as you read thoughts. You, with your […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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SUMMER SUN IN THE MARSHES

  Three boys and a girl, coasting carelessly from teens to twenties and coping lazily with hangovers beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, laughing amid golden rays that filled the most perfect of squares in the once marshland of Le Marais with its cobbled streets, men of elegance and women who followed […]

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THIS HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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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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UNDER CONCRETE

  We seek shelter from the sudden sun within this city of concrete class, everything here is concreted, change is considered but takes centuries to occur. I have been asked for fax numbers, offered cheque books and been told that fibre is only forming and would dial-up not do?! We seek shelter from the storms […]

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LIGHT, LIGHT, NO LIGHT

Day 24: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Hot flames burn beneath the breath of whiskey’s heat, dry and stale, the eyes like coal never burn out; never burnt enough, trapped by heat, suffocating heat, slowly smoking more smoke, cigarettes, lighter, light, no light in the darkness, find the match, burn it, break it, matches break, […]

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