THROUGH THE SANDS

  And when they danced she would hold him, her perfume by his face, his hands as her strength as they waltzed through their current as the tides swept the shore, through love and labour, to the first born, still born, through the twins who stopped the tears and the girls who tied the bows […]

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TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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BALLOON

Balloon, the balloon, see the balloon… see thoughts float through space, meander through the mind, wild thoughts, drifting thoughts, black thoughts, orange thoughts, thoughts arriving unannounced, uninvited, unaware of the current climate, thoughts that rise like balloons on silent streets on sleepy Sundays in the suburbs to shock and surprise (though if no one ever […]

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SUMMER SUN IN THE MARSHES

  Three boys and a girl, coasting carelessly from teens to twenties and coping lazily with hangovers beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, laughing amid golden rays that filled the most perfect of squares in the once marshland of Le Marais with its cobbled streets, men of elegance and women who followed […]

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CAPTURE BEAUTY

  Beauty is breathtaking where breath is less and beauty is all. Beauty is breathtaking before it’s been taken from you, then we are no longer bound to blind and breath is less and less and less. We breathe in beauty in excess as if it were endless, as if we were never bound to […]

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COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE, I CAME TO THE CITY

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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CATCH THE COLOUR

  Sun sets and then rises and in between we kiss, catch the kisses that come upon the current, catch the kiss, the continent is not always ours to conquer. Tides come and tides retreat, touch is temporary, flesh is polished pink below the sensuous sky but falls from fold like sands in the glass […]

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