Tout seul
tous ce que je pense
c’est n’a rien à faire avec moi
mais toi
Alone
all that I think about
has nothing to do with me
but you
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Tout seul
tous ce que je pense
c’est n’a rien à faire avec moi
mais toi
Alone
all that I think about
has nothing to do with me
but you
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
I would have laid in your arms,
Tonight,
Right there and then-
Did you know that,
Could you feel that?
Not for the kick of it,
The thrill of it,
Nor for just the fuck of it.
But for that tiny time
We shared in the past
Now set firm in photos,
Misty in the memory
But tingly on the tongue.
I would have kissed you,
Tonight,
There and then,
On the sofa,
In the light-
With the curtains open
And the houselights on.
I would have run my tongue,
So gently,
Along your lower lip
Before sliding it inside you,
To tempt you,
To taste you.
Not because it would be easy,
Not because I have missed it
But because, once, it was mine,
Once,
When you were the smell on my body,
Once,
When you were the warmth beside me.
I would have undressed you,
Tonight,
In the hallway,
Between the rooms-
Along that casual route
From sofa to bed
Where I would have laid you,
Watched you,
Rose for you,
Before I climbed in beside you
And slid myself on top of you
And felt myself beneath you.
Not just to be horny,
Not just to be cheap,
Not to belittle you just to sex,
But to remember
Back to a time
Which was ours,
And to remember-
In this time-
That touch we shared.
I would have wrapped my body
Around you,
Then and there,
Behind the shadows of a time,
Long rested
And nakedly
I would have spooned you
In the sweet, salty, sweaty afterglow
That tickled along our bodies,
Entwined,
As the night found us
And slowly slept us
And then daybreak-
When morning would find us
And I would open my eyes and smile
At you,
And gently,
I would kiss you-
Goodbye
And let you go,
Shut the door,
Drink my tea
And smell you,
Sweetly,
All over me.
All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
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