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allure.your tongue rolls over mine with the grace of an angel atop a cumulus cloud while your fingers trace my shape; a significant similarity between the chalk outline on the ground below the abandoned factory north of Smith Street last Wednesday. but your poise does not falter, despite death’s calling, and i find myself immersed in your charm once again. your pupils are dilated to a depth of mystery, enticing my body to yours; i am tempted. i think of the tree, the fruit, the danger. but i am without fear and the sex is good enough to die for.allure.
by ~abrandnewday
downtown.Potted plants with American flags lazily draped inside of them, line the main street. Higgins’ store is still on the corner, full of newspapers and chewing gum, and the Union Hotel was never renovated.downtown.
But the courthouse, the old one, where Lindbergh’s trial took place, that was fixed years ago, and the Main Street Café became a bank, which was unnecessary because their omelets used to be the best in town.
The train hardly passes through, but there are old car shows every Saturday night, and on Thursdays, everything is blocked off &nb
by ~abrandnewday
warmthLeaning against the rigid kitchen windowsill, he watched the snow fall. It formed a serene picture next to the cobalt skyline. He began to spread marmalade on his toast, and the water on the stove started to bubble. He went over to get his tea, but as soon as he felt its heat, he was no longer in the kitchen.warmth
He remembered that night in the jungle, and that girl who danced sexually around him, titillating him in ways he never knew of, every time she passed.
She had enough feathers in her hair to make a peacock, but it was beautiful and she was sw
by ~abrandnewday
a memory.Her bare feet languidly brought her to the core of the vineyard where she breathed in the scent of the aging fruit and smoked another cigarette, her third pack since Thursday.a memory.
The image of that man in the motel north of the Mojave, and the radiance of his green eyes- as piercing as the amethyst ring her first boyfriend gave her when he'd promised to love her forever- sliced through her thoughts and brought her back to all the sugary bull shit he whispered in her ear that night.
She could still hear his motorcycle as he turned down the lane,
by ~abrandnewday
Favourites
Barbie and KenI learned when I was five in my next door neighbor's bedroom toBarbie and Ken
strip Barbie naked and lie her next to Ken.
No matter how we dressed her Barbie never kept her clothes on. The temptation of Ken's masculine physique awakened
a school gir's attempt at sexuality with guilty giggles and soap opera dialogue.
And it may have been passe to idolize firm plastic breasts but every nameless girl fucked by any nameless guy remembers
how Ken stayed for breakfast and helped Barbie find her shoes.
by ~LookingForBananafish
When 20 seemed old.There was a song we would sing so loudly in my backyard, our mouths widened, the enormity enhanced by the bright red stains of cherry kool-aid on our lips. Laying in the grass, we graciously accepted the sun's warmth on our faces and surrendered to the bugs' feast of our exposed flesh. It was what summer meant before making money or leaving town, when all we knew of the season was swim lessons and porch swings.When 20 seemed old.
I've forgotten the words since then, but I'm sure you have too. It was one of my father's cassettes, the one with the lime green insert, and his stereo that blared the oldies when he washed the cars. It was our heads r
by ~LookingForBananafish
All Hollow All HollowAll Hollow
We roamed through yellows that outnumbered the trees.
I saw my image climbing a cemetery hill in your tiny Maycomb town;
and leaning down to rest on two small elbows, I searched grey wooden porches to find where you’d been.
Past the mountain angles of
your shoulders, I watched myself pull back the still-green skin of the ground, and comb my anxious bones of fingers through soil,
seeking an explanation in all that you buried there.
by ~redletterday
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- Current Residence: etown
- Interests: writing. music. reading.
- Favourite movie: almost famous.
- Favourite band or musician: things.
- Favourite artist: monet.
- Favourite poet or writer: charles bukowski and pat conroy.
- Personal Quote: "smile-it makes people wonder what you're thinking."
- Tools of the Trade: pen and paper.
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