Tag: creative writing
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Cameo
Soot-cloaked the reluctant nurse Gives up her coat to a sufferer of worse colds. My verse extols. Her stately frame Elaborates like Spring On winter variations; Her berry taste; Her Roman face So like some stone grace from ancient day. I run my hand along glass sun-damaged Better to know her ravishing spans.
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Lovemad
I convert to her Word beside a turd-hosting culvert Between Homs and Damascus. The massiveness of the moon; hark, an ulver crooning. I swooning struggle masking how insubstantial this too-soon feeling seems; The idol standing versus the idol rubbled, only feet Remain. The wind variates her mane. Only me Only Her of furze and fir,…
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Seeing a God
My breath holds Like a death-threatened Redcoat Who knows How long it takes to reload. Like my mind and how so What her uncombed mirror shows; A mirage clothesless and comely as a golden votive. Aghast, impossible closeness A collage; her canvas the haunt of dash and style I hear stags clash like flagships at…
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LET ME INSIDE
You are the two largest pleasure barges Grand arks, Nero’s charges Stationed at uncharted Nemi. You are a flowery Lemnian The ghost of Nemo knocking on the outside of a submarine LET ME INSIDE I don’t know whether it’s the mad captain or Heathcliff again tonight.
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Unchainmailed
She let me watch her removing her armour Each buckle proved an arousing trial Her nudity’s beguiling book, a Ulysses type Guileless, we’d lie untiring A reed-tied brook nearby Dreaming in purply, Caesary pie I would not wish to move but do not know that I could A pleasant bind, finding oneself tied, finding we…
Alchemisland 