CAPTURED ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations. Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned. Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut. Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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MOMENTS AFTERWARDS

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping. Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before. We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over. Cold showers call […]

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CAPTURE BEAUTY

  Beauty is breathtaking where breath is less and beauty is all. Beauty is breathtaking before it’s been taken from you, then we are no longer bound to blind and breath is less and less and less. We breathe in beauty in excess as if it were endless, as if we were never bound to […]

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RISING THROUGH THE RICKETY REDS

  I laid on the floor and touched the marbled perfume of the ocean as it washed over me, waves of flying feathers, a fluid fire of salted foam. I kissed the poison of your lips, once, and did not die as you came over me, next to me, inside of me. Decay is not […]

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CATCH THE COLOUR

  Sun sets and then rises and in between we kiss, catch the kisses that come upon the current, catch the kiss, the continent is not always ours to conquer. Tides come and tides retreat, touch is temporary, flesh is polished pink below the sensuous sky but falls from fold like sands in the glass […]

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CRIMSON CONSIDERATIONS ON CARRIAGES KISSING

  A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]

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FOR A WHILE, TO DREAM

  I of soft nights dream above a sea of harpsichords, where clouds are cooling caramel and the stars set alight with the scent of a pristine perfume deemed delectable. I of soft nights dream neath a curve of cloistered courtyards, drunk on desires dawn will deliver as dusk dressed Diana sets to slip my […]

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