MOMENT AFTERWARDS 

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping.   Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before.   We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over.   […]

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CURSED 

  Blackened hands hardened over the heart exposed, expunged, red roses rubbed into ruins, ‘We are no more than the dust we leave after death,’ a curse forgotten, a force too rooted to be released. Black heart burnt to broken, banished to the ashes of her aftermath and he cannot cry, but he can crack, […]

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THE KIND OF CREATURES WE ARE 

  Strange are the creatures we are beyond the bones that break and the backs that bare, striving to question our own conception within this creation ever depleting (and yet we all want more). Strange are the creatures we are beyond the fingers that fondle and the footprints that fade, striving to find a love […]

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IN THE MOMENT

  Today we are together, timeless in this singular moment of forever. We are limitless; soul entwined in hope, hope entwined in love. Today we are together. Tomorrow is for fools to fret over. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. The Kiss Sculpture by Rodin. Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #DimpleVerse

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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 17; THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration and from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars are as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander […]

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