LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS

  There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translate […]

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WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night you came calling like a song to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night you came calling softly with your whispering words that filled the longing, soft words that settled upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me. Last night, in the […]

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HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR

  The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 3; IN WAVES

  And we kissed and I took you in, in waves; your breath, your body, the smoothness of your skin, the ease with which my hands slipped from thigh to burning heat, lower, deeper, aching for exploration and my hunger rose and I took a breath and all that you are flooded me with nothing […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 2; DRAWN TO THE DEEP

  In sweeping sprays the ceaseless sea is savage to the shore; bound and breathless, always and evermore. Living life on lucent lines that linger on longing but are lulled by the lullaby; that constant cord caressing the circle ever spinning by. Ardent amoureux are we all, ever eager to be eaten and drawn to […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 1; AND SO WE BEGIN

  And so we begin; the light freshly falling on newfound flesh, clouds breaking over a sea breeze gliding in over giddy grass, a giggle in its thrill, bright bodies bending lending limbs to longing, every touch a tiny tickle as naked truths twist and turn; turn on, turn hot while hands draw hope as […]

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HUNGER IS NOT A HARBOUR

  Running to all that is new, to all I have not yet seen, attracted to the covered corners the light can not carve comfort into… Running to all I don’t yet know, to all I have not yet called by name, haunted by the houses not yet home and the whispers not yet known… […]

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LONGING; THE TASTE OF THINGS TO COME

  Tongues taste our thoughts when our thighs twist and tumble, when we slip from sensible to supple, shuffling off our slips, when lips lick lines of longing, disrobing desire from distraction, curious to current caress, covetous carried toward carnal, slipping onto soft sheets soon to be sweaty, soon to be soiled with that sensual […]

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WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night  you came calling  like a song  to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night  you came calling softly with your whispering words  that filled the longing  soft words that settled  upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me.  Last night  in the sweetened […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, PART 4

If you missed Part 1/2/3, please click on the links below: https://deuxiemepeau.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/the-things-that-leave-us-cold-part-1/ https://deuxiemepeau.wordpress.com/2016/02/09/the-things-that-leave-us-cold-part-2/ https://deuxiemepeau.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/the-things-that-leave-us-cold-part-3/ The Things That Leave Us Cold Part 4 of 4(Audio version available to listen to; link at the end of page)           We’d been living together, the monsieur and the boy, for almost 3 months in our […]

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