Tiptoed the tight lines of this night with gifted eye and double-you: all the dark gowns fell away. 'Wear your bluest socks, my lover; wear your Spanish cotton crown.' We bent toward the dawn in flower, and, together, we were drawn. .
Drawn.
Category: lovers
As Thin As Holy Bible Paper.
1 He came back this time as a monkey: a macaque with a vague longing; an ache for a mate, for a cloud-capped, snowy mountain to retreat to, for the hot water springs there to bathe in. He hummed, as best he could remember them, the birdsongs from the ever-after. He came back. And, for … Continue reading As Thin As Holy Bible Paper.
Reflections In Chrome.
Settled in water, we shape, and beneath candlelit sheet of perfume, we steam hips, ribs, spine and shins with no space between. I write you as reflections in chrome. * Of the Ouse, the Tyne, the Wear, we weave slow-flowing poems of their cool streams - We threshold their bridges, seek margins unseen: I write … Continue reading Reflections In Chrome.
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