CARBON Have you got a dime, Or do I have to call collect To dial back this surging lust A staticless connection Highwiring between faraway hearts That tiptoe across The perilous sinew That ropes muscle and bone to intention And throttles the loss Of presence. We’re ghosts in the night Swaying like reeds under a […]
Read MoreHad they made thousands of these? Yes. Thousands of unique, captured dreams mailed to the homes of the rich, the lonely, the sick. And he’d never touched her although he so often dreamt of what that warm, smooth skin would feel like beneath his hands, of what her breathing would feel like under the crush […]
Read MoreShe’d been modeling for him over the past sixteen years, and while technology moved on, their dances didn’t change. Clifford hated the flat boredom of video. It lacked the latent image, the romance of a movie camera. And he had no patience for editing. He captured only what was raw and real, a single reel. […]
Read MoreThe camera churned, a kind of rough chewing made by it’s teeth as they pulled 16mm film by its sprockets, delicately capturing her on celluloid for the last time. She looked this way and that, trained to ignore Clifford and his lens, instead appearing as if the moment were candid; as if this motion picture […]
Read MoreMore delicious than lost, she’s a battle cry in the sea of adequate. She’s flame in the soft murmer of falling snow. She burns even when it’s impossible to find oxygen under the thick coat of longing’s heavy slumber. The stars lost to the burden of cloud, flakes swirls in the ground light and she […]
Read MoreThis loss of breath, It’s wrong by design. A same shallow escape; A withdrawal into night As if the stars had hands That clutched at need, desire, worth. In that moment, she looked tired but fulfilled, Yet truth hung obvious to her As a coat on a rack Snow-flight drying By a closed front door […]
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