I hear feet in this silent glade. The marching feet of legions. Our grand army parades through my prone bones. We are glorious in victory. Spent...
I annihilate your memory. A mushroom cloud of cigarette smoke covers everything of you. You will not cling to my bedsheets bathrobe, bric-a-brac....
I spent a restless night in France with Napoleon and then his tomb became my toilet and I was head first, arse first like at the fucking circus....
Under the Arc de Triomphe the heavens try to conspire but we are resolute in our drenched skins. No tempest in our joint sky, just a little...
Can we haul ourselves away from this morning's poetry and song? Every inch of me leans into your succulent embrace. It tells me everything I...
Patience is a weary habit. I'm cross legged with it! I'm nicotine hungry with it! I'm misanthropic in the night air clusters of us waiting for the...
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Acid air,anticipation. Announcements bellow. They disturb my impatience, punctuate my chaos thoughts. Structure to appease the frantic mind which...
lurve "fumes of my sleep" - this is an atmospheric piece, even in so few words.
Near misses, drop from the sky, like rainfall at a Balkan wedding. I troubleshoot. There's momentary dazzle, but on the whole this facade is...
:) thanks Kit
I've fallen down the crack between two unkempt mattresses, an orgasmic chasm filled with derring-do and really oughtn't. If I seem calm and then...
We bore the moon with our weary games and sentiments of self-indulgence. Yet she remains my watchdog, matron, landlady, stealing snapshots for...
That penumbra's a conundrum. Chameleon in the changing light. Open and shut. Hues of mood. It is amber. Post-coital calm trapped behind the...
She is a tawdry dame, sat low and bulging in the water all painted up. Your pride was once tied to the mast and carried outwards by the wind to...
Bury your chin in the crook of my back and cling. We'll feast on rats if we wake up. If not, we'll share the strands of sordid dream we...
Cinnamon Lips rocks!!
A simple pile of truthful gems. You handle matters of the heart with such delicacy and taste Helen. This one packs a real punch. I loved it.
I enjoyed the meandering normality of the beginning, but I'm afraid I did lose interest when the plot began to develop! Sorry bout that.
I think this has a wicked barb to it. It's decadent, bitter smelling and sexy. NOt your greatest but an indulgent ride anyways.
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