Between the lines and through the lens…
Sun shines over sea shell. One holds an echoand the other; a memory of how it feltbeneath the wave, before it dug up the word drought. From this angle, I can see the water consideringits return, but I hold the perspective of distanceand the shell; only sand. And that echo of the sun burning. Sun […]
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Squirrel scuttles across the sea of grass. Stops to my right to consider someone else’s acorn. Mouth twitches to mimic tail before I’m noticed. Embarrassed by my presence he adopts a still stance as if that might make him invisible. Don’t worry, I whisper, I can relate. Once I found lips too sweet to […]
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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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Kissing is an art like the art of leaving you wanting more, like the temptation just to tease; lip, tongue, light, longing… the art of kissing, just like leaving. All words and photography by Damien B. Donnelly
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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 fresh, […]
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And you were gone and we, and you and I were off and running in different directions, in search of subsequent distractions and you were gone, the day unfolding and duties reasoning chores into realities far from the comfort of beds where bodies were bare, where tongues touched thighs, trembling, where fingers found flesh, […]
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There are questions never answered and lips never kissed There are moments never mastered and truths never told There are trusts never broken and those lips that still persist There are dreams never woken and those ideals now growing cold There are tongues never tangled and hands never held There are deceits never dangled and […]
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Act 1: Dance into Night I will call you like a lullaby at the end of the day when the world has hushed and I will lay you down into this realm unreal as the light falls to the night Act 2: Movement in Flight I will kiss you like morning dew as the […]
Read More…Longing to kiss you, Long And slow. But first- To tease temptation- I would trace my finger tip Along the line of your lip- To feel What soon I shall taste. I imagine, now Alone in the recess Of my craving mind, How we would move in Closer And I’d feel the heat Radiating from […]
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You washed over me today- Darkest hair, hazel of eyes And that lower luscious lip- As I retraced those steps From a lifetime ago And found myself Lost again- Like all those years ago- When I’d first fallen Upon this Sea of a City, Back when your heart Had begun to feel More like […]
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