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27 August 2013

Other

dancer
The other was inspired by the devil, the devil was inspired by Oscar Wilde. He spiked him with the promise of eternal youth – he would never be old and he’d never face death. He became the other by chance while bathing in his own splendour at the age of nineteen. That’s when he discovered he had this thing for the girls and they reciprocated quite regularly.

Soon he was way too big for his own boots and boy did he love it all. He hung with the outsiders, because birds of a feather hang together. He learned that rules were written – only to be broken. That’s a delicious thrill – the taboo in you being torn from its nest. He did it all and, for good measure, more than once. He was slick as Casanova and as bad as Jesse James. Off he went lickety split, the other knew the dance, but the devil called the tune.
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12 August 2013

Never… Perhaps…

Chinese-Love
I was never...
but yes
I was once
when it was forbidden
a stranger’s embrace

that forgotten name
did we ever?
more than once
to test the flesh
and taste the sweat

there was one
penetrated the illusion
with subtle grace
asked the question
are you for real?

the answer confusion
cat had my tongue
I lit for the shadow
I was once yes
but now am undone

I was always real
I just did not know
the futility of play
sampling the real
I lost my way

tomorrow
not
    tomorrow
but yesterday

think that I must
I was never...
but yes,
I think I once was
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