Snakeskin

  Once, as a child, an explorer, I saw a trace. Tucked between rows of stones in a stonewall lit by sunlight was a shiny near see-through snakeskin.   The fascinating fragile skin was equal to the thing, not a trace it was to me but as real as the snake it had contained.  ... Continue Reading →

The garden

  She was a blonde with a green eye and long legs, he was a hairy and dark eyed young Greek. When he went in the garden she followed. She followed and smiled when he saw her. He looked somewhat scared or suspicious but her hand on his hip made him tender and open, he... Continue Reading →

Heartsex

Through heartsex, the body opening to another, I feel the sky open at the centre of my heart, through my body and out beyond it.

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