Socks up on the headrest, Bare chests Shining the moonlight; Breathless. Windows fogged, Winter’s clogs Tapping. An enging in the distance Forcing a hasty Rewrapping. I wore your pants Backwards, my shirt formlessly Collapsing Over your small breasts. Your eyes gently batting at this New wakefulness, This wilful entanglement. Realising, you offered to take itContinue reading “Formlessly Collapsing”
Oh mother God, I long for that bosom; For your long hair that once tickled My chubbt cheeks, spilling Over me as I fed. I have found many avatars And their candles flicker and fade, Falling in sequence From up along the palisades. Autumn is on the verge with Winter in the wings, Shoulder-blades scarredContinue reading “Autumn Aches”
I still have footage of a bucks party for a marriage that has long-since fallen apart. I was supposed to edit it into a coherent video for the friends and family to gawk at. It was a bright sunny day. The blind-folded, machete-wielding fruit ninja; the henna tattoos, leaving messages for the bride; running throughContinue reading “Buckshot”
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