Drench by DANNY KEIGHTLEY I lose my breath in your cinnamon falls, that straggle the arc of your spine, like an opaque river. I let my fingertips waltz your stomach's inhales - palms against...
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Wheeze by DANNY KEIGHTLEY You draw smoke from my exhales, suck nicotine from my filtered lips, planting ash-dry kisses on my yellow skin. Our pale, matchstick fingers lock, as you roll your...
Qwertyuiop by DANNY KEIGHTLEY You crumbled into letters and awkward spaces unneeded semi colons; my hand on your cheek your waist, your lipstick-less lips became words note the particular...
Swanning by DANNY KEIGHTLEY We could rest our heads together among crisp packets and cigarette ash; nestle together on a cold bus shelter bench. Until the hustle of feet forced us on, we could...