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After Work (NSFW)

AFTER WORK

‘Hello.’ I said.

‘Hey.’ David┬ásaid.

I smiled as I held the phone to my ear as I swiped my pass card then opened the door.

‘How was it?’ he said.

‘Honestly?’ I said.

‘Yes.’ he said.

He almost sounded amused. Continue reading

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Lights In The Sky

Before they launch,

We would

Find one another

In the dark

Suspended in amber

Amidst a throng of witnesses

As they whispered

Hopes

Fears

There are lights in the sky

But in the end

If it were too dark to read

I would just want to look

At you

For the

First

Last

Time

The look in my eyes

Time enough

A kiss

To say one another’s names

Then they are

Here

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Mountains

It’s the earth between my fingers

Good soil to be buried in

Like the hair

On your head

I am charged with you

And it is a force to bring down

Mountains

Creation

Destruction

All the same

And I am moved

In ways which beggar speech

Into the sweetest silences

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a study in tension

what the sight and sound

scent of you feeds

the absence of it

done as much from consideration

i mean

you’re into the idea of it

but life is abrasive

it wears you down

but i am wired

built around

upon a foundation of wild appetite

not furtive but i sit with it

the release i seek

pin you down

tear you to throbbing pieces

with the unadulterated force of it

but you are safe

the washes of day keep my actions

clean as a priest’s hands

but the night will come

and i will, not reach,

but

take

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Piercing Gratitude

A moment.

Flower bloom

Book open

So much love

It is piercing

And my eyes well up

At what it took to get here

Delight and anguish

But I am gentle

Quiet

Brutish at times

But learning the work

Is the reward

And here the reward

Is the work

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Still

The smoke coils upwards,

Faint and always in the process

Of becoming something else

Invisible to the eye

But sensed

When you’re free to be quiet

I replenish in solitude,

Connect to the self,

As the day rubs its eyes,

Breathes in and if you

Concentrate with the earnestness of

A child’s wish,

You get to breathe with it

Aware,

Playful,

Burdened with the charge of

Dissatisfied hungers,

quiet concerns,

But still,

Still,

Still

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Temple Food

Nothing to anger the blood

A slow breath at morning,

The day ahead,

Unwelcome but necessary

The light is washed out

I don’t welcome the resemblance

But we know different

I am calm,

Set in accepting opposition.

What will the pressure teach you today?

And my goals?

In my pocket, warm and fed

Nurtured against the last traces

Of winter

Stubborn in remaining

But soon we shall leave

With bellies full of

Temple

Food

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