Wednesday 22 February 2017


Somewhere in the folds of their palms,
       beneath the skin they
       feel giddy depths of thrilling darkness,
complex, rotating crystals,  black fractals

splayed legged under yellow lights 

breathing cold smoke and fumes to private 
music, traffic, Doppler perfume,
muscular humming & fizzing against a

weight of atmosphere soaking into a throat 

open and greedy


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