Between the lines and through the lens…
I used to sit here sipping cocktails I couldn’t afford just because you sat here years before me, drinking lust from lips that weren’t yours. I used to sit here in the heady heat of all you had eaten of each other, wondering if I stayed long enough would I be able to taste […]
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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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The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of digging […]
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We dangle delicacies (far from looking delicate) to tempt the beasts to play ferocious for our pleasure, for our entertainment. We put money on the beast who can be more brutal than the bunch. We are intrigued by the beasts whose nature we’ve changed, caught and caged, who we’ve tempered and tamed in our […]
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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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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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I heard them marching through the streets of Madrid, at midnight, under the first floor moonlight as you sang me songs strung from their souls, men marching a million miles away, a million years away from the momentary memory we were making, your fingers stroking the strings I’d pulled too tight on the guitar […]
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