Sex
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There’s something so familiar in the way the wind creeps through the keyhole. It’s in how I remember the smallest things that shouldn’t be important yet occupy my mind so readily. It goes beyond all I know, and from time to time when my train of thought drifts to far away places, I sense the… Read more
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Two minds. Two bodies. Two eyes locked onto the point of no return that floats like a white elephant above useless heads. Alive with fire, and so eager to take until these fingers itch without consequence. It’s in the strands of hair she leaves beneath my pillow. It’s in the gaze that cuts through me… Read more
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The early hours. The late hours. Whatever you want to call them. They remind me of the first phases of love. They speak to me of mystery, of celestial bodies swimming around bonfires on cold November evenings. The mist that escapes our mouths. The warmth of linked fingers to the tune of Pink Floyd.… Read more
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Broken pieces of machinery and fractured images of her cervix as the night passes you by. The corner of a street where two lovers kiss, and the subway where freedom of thought is discovered among decade-old graffiti. Chasing dreams in the rain. Escaping doubt with every mouthful of beer as those around you dance… Read more
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Compressed air for dying souls. Lovers falling through the cracks in a winding pavement going nowhere. My sweetheart, say you love me as the insects dance without minds. Just bodies in flux. Just an assortment of muscle and self-loathing swaying to crude choices of prosthetic musical tracks. She pleases him. She deceives like a catwalk… Read more
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The best days of my life were those with no ambition and no future. At my happiest, I was a selfish lover, and I loved every second of it. A bottle of wine to write to in the evening, and long afternoons walking the streets listening to music eyeing up women. Brunettes were, and… Read more
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Black feathers upon a lover’s belly. Laughter with a friend. Memories of spending Christmas time with family. Those moments when nothing else mattered. Not yesterday, not tomorrow. The older you get, the more you realise how many faces have died, and how many have left you behind. Some succumb to illness while others are… Read more
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In a darkened room, my body was illuminated by slithers of light shining in through the window. I was naked, smoking a cigarette, and watching the town shimmer in the distance. I imagined them out on the streets, in the bars and clubs, their bodies electric. A girl, some lover, some sense of cheapness… Read more
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Overhead. Somewhere hidden. Echoes of future touch as we sink beneath yesterday’s tide. The waves of our love, powerful and beyond anyone’s grasp. Hanging gardens, and the name of God as you kiss my throat. If you throw the windows wide, you’ll find me searching for your face, but you’re not there, and no matter… Read more
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All those roads that have been and gone. Those days that turned into weeks, and weeks that became months. The quiet hours, they take me back to places that cut to the bone. Empty rooms and silent faces outside the window. Before you know it, the romance is over, and all you can do… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 