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thick shackles broken, lashing curved together. moons vanish in those wells, intent on drying. suddenly inside             him and out, shut in one second by stairs unfolded. left looking, again, at the warmest hue of chocolate.

Take me, little death, in your sweet embrace, Tell Hypnos it’s his time to carry me From the lit plains of sunflower faces And lay me to rest under moon lilies. Shower me with your kiss – I’ll drink it all And parched will start dreaming. Let us be shy, Your blush will meet mine, caress, we will fall As others have in life’s greatest lie – But we, we will lie otherwise, ourselves As one, in two, evermore intimate. Under the lightless pillows we must delve, Hide me, little death, for the sun is late.     I will sleep, and dream with you, always true,     Always true, and till the morrow, love you.

ix. Shower me with your smiles, muse of my heart, Armored with loyalty perhaps, and still Your stare does make my lust suggest a part In a two-piece game. Prohibited thrills, Your voice plucks and plays with no strings attached -Can't you see there must be nothing between- You pay no mind with newly freed sighs hatched From an innocent enough looking screen, Hiding dark. Be content, muse of my eye, Knowing not one dream has ever come true There's no danger in my thoughts. But I lie: I will pillage any chance to win you.     Taken, why did you have to take me too,     I wish no harm, except I might love you. viii. Gather this courage and ma

That day his world ended in fire, Not in ice. Only when the earth was scorched and tired The air burnt with screams of fire Would you wish for this advice: When it's darkness' time to reap Hope your world will end in ice, To make you sleep, But never twice.

I hooked my eyes on you, Sun-boy from the dark precincts, Fighting the stream of tunes With your dashing accent. But the sun doesn’t pick: It casts and we all take you in Equally, always with the same tricks, The same for all the doting grins. Another sun-child fooled me once (A teaspoonful of sunlight, spilt and done) And you do it again, as if by chance, Just being yourself in a strange land of sun. I had to panic, scream – Fled for the nearest storm, Got caught in the thunder streams lost, hopeless, unborn – But your smile unwavering Ever shining, casting shadows as it dances, shadows that remind me, again, That the sun

It was only when Claude finished playing that he noticed the walls were breaking apart. Not literally, but there were visible cracks. He’d never seen the rips in the wallpaper peeling off like dead skin before – it was all just visual static to him. He brushed off his sleeve the piece of ceiling paint that had come to rest on his arm. He packed her up, closed the clasps and left the music studio. Tim had cleaned the windows of the main hall and the light was coming through for the first time in months. He had to be around, somewhere. Claude slid as silently as he could, but the creaking floorboards sang in warning. “Good mor

Painted horizons Rudimentary freedom Choking dreams inside Excellent gusto The careless swig of the mug Dried seeds, frozen worms It is only after The clap of the door closing Widened eyes light up The constant gurgle Chasing my bedtime away -a sister’s shower Ghost balls of paper But the book is intact, still Deadline approaches

I've learnt the art of wry smiles: The slow coiling of the edges and the slight drop of the lids, The arched back of the single brow and the sideways slant of the amused pupil, We've got it down to the beat, all accounted for, all the steps memorized subconsciously In the, now parted, afternoon mental repeats of our choreography. I've learnt to delete every picture, every file: With every blank space left behind, all the mirrored memoir shadow words Have built a monument to us, an improbable homage to our world, Filled with fences and lines restricting friendships, withholding benefits Always for the better, always pushed around until nigh

Tea leaves swim And on the surface Birds fly by The full moon splendid Moves between the buildings, free He watches – yearning The balance between A cool night and mosquitoes: The open window Stop – silent grief I crush the spiral house An accident No stars this cold night Just you and I, streetwalking Eerie sparkling suns Let me sleep tonight Your sweet chirping, though quiet Loud enough for me

Lungs burn up with coughs - In the midst of the attack, Clouds reply with storms Cat-bellied sun soak Singing duets with birdsong First real day of Spring