lust (Remove filter)
that secret
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
and static
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides t...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
I Remember Bren
tattooed, sweat drenched, confessional, this rose sopped ecstasy I maybe tested through a full glass yet, my word, your flavour so fresh as the closest and sweetest kept secret, tasted: tested: approved as complicit dew through years of spilt guilt, when ventured pleasure ordered, I, insect twixt the lingered crawl along villous cinnamon and apricot stole, long reflections through the viscid, over...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 9:20 pm
sin came first
sin came first
traced into tungsten ringed confinement
where a woman fluttered accomplished mumbles
offering a freeform montage of nailed harmonic and shoddily baked
reality whilst peeing through her lowcut tights as rudimentary
precaution against the weathered discharge of wearisome love
yet still she sports a fierce grin through the endless commitment
of shapeless corners a...
Sunday 6th April 2014 8:22 pm
Illicit
consoled within the remote comfort of those
doubtful girls and these older ones who,
having shed their curls, are happy to bare their whole
never mind their soul, I’m damn sure
this would be as close to a felony fuck
as you could ever know
and given my luck the house would
fall around my ears at the very first touch of that baiting floss
screw the metaphysical
...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 7:55 pm
Adamas
frozen
the page needed turning
yet my hand between her legs
scorned a classical warning
for that girl got an untamed
grit in her eye
the unchained
proper reflection
of an unalterable sky
Friday 31st August 2012 1:48 pm
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