Jasmine
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I see all the beauty of the world in your unobtrusive and beautiful look, when you look at me with the smile of a woman and steal your eyes quickly.
A Siren’s Segments and Intruding Entomology
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That was the place…where your hollow, metallic-tasting, humiliation turned a burning shade of rancorous red and the crumbling stone labyrinth of oppressive silence was abandoned during the freezing midnight of the final freeway. The indelicate flavor of blood, and the sudden spasms of perfect pleasure combined in your vacuum mouth and were absorbed, immediately. It...
My Forgetful Shoal of Swimming Pieces
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No one was really aware that there were three of us who adored you madly and loved you passionately – or, indeed, that none of us actually had you. But, I embraced you, from so very far away, that my hungry hands separated themselves from my arms, became obsessed fish, and swam, urgently, towards you....
The Delirium of Falling Feathers
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This is an evolving, luxurious and lingering love story. It began prosaically with just the auspicious ingredients of a girl and a raven in a world that was otherwise empty. She had been alone until the raven came and an upstart realm of love and hope was embodied by it’s caressing wings; they hugged, embraced...
The Smooth Breeze Of Memories
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I can no longer be confident in the veracity of those words that I need to write. Some are crowded into the corners of my heart, others are buried beneath them. There are others that are still fresh and wet. Then, the smooth breezes of Spring caress my short fingernails, tickling the quick before proceeding...
…Tick-tock, meat-clock
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Simple words cannot express the depths that those eyes contain. Nor can they explain the murmuring, bubbling, melodies that are conjured in the compressing darkness below. Deep below the glittering, complaisant surface of such a yearning face. Busy lips – like perfectly pretty social pendulums – mark the passing of lived time like a carnal...
Arcane Bones and Ice Cream Cones.
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‘Some important stories will always remain unwritten. They are not committed to text because they have to be kept carefully as weighty secrets, nurtured and preserved without any evidence to indicate their fiery truth. If they were brought out into the calming light instead of being lived with privately in your heart, they would...
Purple Orchid
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It had begun on the very night that I had declared my love and offered it up to you. Three centuries hence, it was snowing outside. Within these walls, a purple orchid had shed a bloom onto the table. Then, your body seethes, your fingers freeze and your heart shudders with seismic beats. Your entrancing...
The Arboreal Logic of Fettered Breathing Bubbles
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This woman’s entire substance – and soul – loved you, even before I committed her image to painterly posterity. She adored you from afar, without even the molecule-thin chance to actually have you for her own. She has never really known who she is, yet she persists in cheerfully chaining herself to the intermittent attention...
Existence
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Waiting, patiently, for the extinction of life, enclosed by arms and with fat, swollen lips. All of this assists in sensing the passage of time, those slow seconds hidden from the grooves of stiffened fingers, the dry whorls of the pointed tips. A lint-free tongue curls and sucks, perceiving the fixated men with their alabaster...