my focus is off no fascination can I findeyes dim of their flickerthey speak to the lostit is unintentional but my eyes find theirsalchemy of meditation, my medication toxicmy lucidity questionable, I have withdrawnwith nothing to hold my attentionsit...

Bonhomie:He slept on until early afternoon, then lay still, calm, reflecting on his unforgettable night. How the girl imbibed the small phial of concoction which he brewed for her in a saucepan at home. The spectacle she’d made of...

Keepsake:After Georgie had finished, he watched her squat beside the bed, wiping her sweaty body. He cherished her like this, recovering, her nipples stiff burnt caramel, her breasts heaving, her soft, hairy mound glistening with intimate dew, her protruding...