3WW 11

Summer Love Affair, A Memoir

{Inside an art filled flat in London, 2010}

These diamond ropes bind me, psyche and limb. Lover breaks
my wings each midnight, only to rebuild them each dawn. There are
shadows that surface beneath his kisses as he enters in slow
negative strokes branding my tender flesh until I spill all my
secrets, again. After noon he begs me to cook but rarely lets me
eat instead feeds me with Poe and hinted danger. Pulls me through
curry smoked alleys and gloomy castles. Night blooms, all glittery
stars and velvet dreams. And I spiral into something small and trembly
in the nest of his engulfing embrace.


Toi
9/10


~ I barely escaped this addiction with a Picasso print
an antique diamond bracelet and the recipe for eggplant
masala we ate most evenings... tangible things from
an ethereal affair.

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