Ciannait (Erin)

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Hands-on

Category: Writing and Poetry

Your hands rub together lathering soap  while your eyes  run the length of water  dripping down my body the steam billowing back against your chest You work with diligence maneuvering the soap into my chest along my belly my back bending reverently to your task  while your hands move  from ankles  to the gap between my thighs where you linger lightly your iron fingers turning soft against my swoll... » Continue Reading

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Atelophobia

Category: Writing and Poetry

I am the firefly  unable to outshine  that florescent bulb that imagined perfection  blasting through the darkest deprecation and doubt  dampening that inner phosphorescence  I remain forever in disbelief of a Thomas  refusing to see  my own wounded hands » Continue Reading

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Moving mountains

Category: Writing and Poetry

encompassed in the stretch of your ferric structure I relax into the ebb and flow of your blood oxygenating from indigo to crimson I soften in the shadow of your strength allowing a dermal caress from shoulder to toe I am molten smoldering in remembrance the slight scratch of chin against inner thigh fingers casually grazing along ulnar and femoral lengths those ragged edges at the squeeze.    pus... » Continue Reading

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lost in tomorows

Category: Writing and Poetry

anchorless by shores foreign, without harbor, just growing lighthouses seas swell with hunger jutting rocks like jagged teeth gape for sustenance time, but a construct, becomes fleshy, a wet sponge seeking to be squeezed » Continue Reading

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justified

Category: Writing and Poetry

More and more butterfly corpses litter the sidewalk choking on the absence of oxygen falling to their doom beauty in motion almost absurd in its sudden stillness A familiar refrain on the failures of man to give wing to potentialities slumbering in the poorest of people as measured in caricature rather than character We are Cain and Abel amnesiac in our inability to recognise our own brothers whil... » Continue Reading

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nuance

Category: Writing and Poetry

she expresses emotions in shades of white waiting for someone to see the colors so she can take them home keep them in her heart until it wanes weary at last ceasing its incessant beating » Continue Reading

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following the soap

Category: Writing and Poetry

I wash my mouth with soap like my Daddy always told me followed by a swig of whiskey to get the sin back in again the compromises of a recovering Catholic. » Continue Reading

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Hard knocks

Category: Writing and Poetry

A man sits disheveledly on the sidewalk, back pressed up against the hard plastic of the bench bolted to the concrete.  He stares angrily at his feet, cursing the slippers that have abandoned them.  His toes are gnarled and his soles whitened with callouses earned step by step as he wandered the city streets, shuffling between sky-kissed monoliths, in search for a quiet corner of rest. His eyes ar... » Continue Reading

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The Waves

Category: Writing and Poetry

I watched the waves pummel the shoreline endlessly a pull and tug with the moon as the sun lowered in the sky The water glistened like gold shimmering in the setting simmer seeming solemn at a great distance while thundering against the rocky shore with frenetic determination The rocks held sway in the battle holding sand in place but they were weather beaten bruised thin wisps of matter holding o... » Continue Reading

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The week's end (a triptych)

Category: Writing and Poetry

Friday Hold my hand and kiss me like you mean it Saturday Let fingers wander as they are wont to do into the dark feminine dew Sunday The only sight better than you walking towards me: you walking away » Continue Reading

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The need for touch

Category: Writing and Poetry

the skin hungers to touch another's skin caring in caress and warm in promise pectoral to pelvis shoulder to shin powerless they fall into the abyss their breath lubricates the air they lie in the humid heat running rampant reckless and they hold onto each other within a long and cultured comforting caress at last the broken pieces have mended cloven sister souls united as one their heartbeats kee... » Continue Reading

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To burn, to pine, to perish

Category: Writing and Poetry

hands hunger for other hands skin burns at the memory of skin loins blossom with heat at the promise of proximity heart aches along the fault lines left by the last quake rumbling with aftershocks of negative spiraling brainwaves eyes dull and grow silent arms fall towards the earth empty, unencumbered spirit sinks towards the neptunic realms frozen still » Continue Reading

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