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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THE ART OF KISSING 

  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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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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Joni on the Mantelpiece

  They met in Paris, first, temple street, 2nd floor, Capricious teenagers cavorting into their twenties, Ardent and ernest, like you were once, in Greece, In Californian climes, casually cruising that fragrance Of embryonic adulthood, a god-fearing blonde And a darker haired homo reading her his poems, Pathetic irrational rhymes while she postulated His meaning, […]

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The Long Kiss

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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