Fetish Affair
By craig2
"Since there is no help Come let us kiss and part" - Michael Drayton Michael staring, gasping, gnawing life through drawn gray lids on rat-hot eyes, scavenges sixteenth century Chelsea way condemning the hellish space he breathes. Frantic, frightened, brittle thin legs, dying twigs in army woolens, prance steps as light as summer dew and flit like flies on summer dung. A deathly deep, purple-pocked skin bruised by recent damp autumn exhausts its way through bare night fog fathoming the lust affair is over - the sacred love's fetish manuscript has somehow been misplaced, abandoned. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Jan 15 2002 07:16 PM PST 0 • 8
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