POSTS AND PINS, LOTUS EATERS, BLOOMSDAY

  Are there any letters for me? Soldiers eyes watch from behind dead frames while he assumes to be a flower. Henry hopes and hosts thoughts of other blooms like his wife back in bed eating bread and singing of other men. Leo sent lines off to lift temperatures naughty he is beyond his Molly- […]

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LEFT OVERS

Soft skin, like silk, draws hands caress in darkness as we warp and weft our fragile frames in gyrating games, crisscrossing lust with lies and trusting thighs, ties. We are bruised blankets baying on beds of yesterday’s toils; cotton soils and sweaty spoils. Silk, like soft skin, slips from touch too swiftly, too much sewn […]

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PAST POSTS

  1 Beneath the pillars  of your past,  I posted letters  between your walls  and wondered  if they rubbed up against  the souls of your saviours, if they met with memories  that were made and measured  bruised and battered between your bricks and mortar before being buried in blood 2 How many letters of love,  […]

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