I am smooth, delicate, enclosed. A mere sigh would ruffle my composure but I live deep, where no breath falls. Darkness is nothing to me, moisture is all. I am forced to gulp the falling bucket, but deflect the blaze of blue, the hands, the cameo head. Once a child fell in. Vainglorious on the […]

…and when I fail to focus, when I tire, he rises like a Christ newly baptised in sky blue trunks, reminding me desire will always lie in wait and be disguised as men with healing hands and cute-cruel lips and arms I’d die for should they ever press too hard against my throat. When water […]