Poetry

Celebration

We are biological and spiritual beings, our intellect and our emotions uncontaminated by society and our expression an authentic human need for connection through communication and sex. The world is beyond this closed door, and this bed is an altar where we celebrate life and libido, love and an attempt to satisfy our intense hunger for closeness. These four walls are the boundaries of our boundless fantasy, where there are no names, no titles, no…

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Poetry

The Corpse

The corpse of our relationship poisoned all my cells and I ask myself: Why didn’t I end it while the decay was just a hint? The cadaverous tissue made us both puke; yet, the rot was more appealing than fresh air because it would mean breathing alone. Now I know that when something dies it should be immediately buried.  

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