Between the lines and through the lens…
Day 25; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo If I could reset the world I would start it with a kiss on a silent night In the corner of winter, summer has claimed the light, dark corners need our attention more than the sound of the sea and the smell of the sunscreen. If I could […]
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There in the crook of hope, like fluff caught in the navel, of youth barely tasted, (I had barely licked air) of freedom newly found, (note: first flights often fail) of fulfillment before it failed (before we faded), I am in a bed in Belfast no longer bloody (the city not yet I) no […]
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If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body value from veins […]
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Remember when we spun promises on golden threads, as if they were webs, as if they could catch us falling, as if we ourselves were promises spinning, forms of filigree laying silken lines on subtle skins like veins entwined; limbs on lust and fingers on flesh to feverishly fondle. Remember when your breath was […]
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Did you wipe your feet upon my head before you walked over me? Allow me to bend first, at least. Was I so accustomed to your disregard that I could not feel you tearing through me, leaning on me, raiding me, raping me? Did you wipe your sweat across my brow to save yourself […]
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Retrograde ripples swim me back to days when a certain light could cut the shadows in a single movement, when your touch was like cool water poured over feverish flesh below orange walls that watched us sinking onto a single soul. Terracotta tempered with summer shadows as streets twist and turn, as I twist and […]
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Curious are the occasions you come into consciousness, like colours caught out of season, without a reason you slip in between the solace to accentuate the silence, the stillness and the distance. Curious are the occasions you come into consciousness, like lyrics lost to their line, without reason or rhyme, you are mine […]
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