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Deep set stone steps flicker with the light
Of swaying tree branches and city swept

Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and
Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands
Find their grip against closed shop doors.

Those little scratching feet leave their mark
Like animal-shaped shadows
As their voices lift and shriek into the air.

» Posted By sonneillon On 04.29.2013 @ 6:13 am


Trailing fingertips
Find fine lines and smooth shapes
Against warming skin.
Slow breaths punctuate the air
Until a curve is struck,
Releasing a gasp
And a mouthful of words
And teeth and
Sound and

» Posted By sonneillon On 04.15.2013 @ 5:53 am


Tendrils and spinning webs
find their home in crooks
and crevices
In the hard rock
And crushed sea shells.
You reach out your hand –
I find your fingers, navigating the
Ground below.

» Posted By sonneillon On 04.11.2013 @ 6:48 am


It’s that hard slam against shoulder,
Side, elbow, as you collide
Setting off a vibration that travels from
Your toes to the tips of your fingers
That leaves you breathless.
It’s that dizzying feeling down South-East-West-oh-God and
You’re stuck with the shakes
And his name on your tongue
As he claims your lips.

» Posted By sonneillon On 02.06.2013 @ 11:43 am


Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.

When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.

» Posted By sonneillon On 02.04.2013 @ 1:15 pm


You’re like a storm —
Lightning eyes, and rough cheeks
Soft sweep of lips
And a golden glow that peeks out
Between jeans and shirt.
It’s this constant fight
To keep my fingers to myself
And your lazy smile
Leaves the fastest beat,
Squeezing the air from my lungs
With a suppressed gasp. A stutter.
I’m drowning and hoping.

» Posted By sonneillon On 02.03.2013 @ 10:34 am


You rip it from me —
Your fingers grasping
I can hardly believe it.
Like cables snapping,
I short circuit and shut down.
Slow, contemplated,
You break me down,
Leaving me breathless
With only the quick skip
Of my heart.

» Posted By sonneillon On 02.01.2013 @ 5:02 pm


Lips, tongue, mouth
Fall against my own
In a furious tug of war
Eyes, hair, skin –
Soft – and I can feel you talking
Through your fingertips
And the vibration of your body
Against mine.
Trailing sparks over your arms,
You shiver and gasp
In a goodbye,
In a surrender I’ll never forget.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.31.2013 @ 11:49 am


Like insurgents running from the shore
Chasing and panting,
It slides and captures. Cunning and
Crazed, it grabs onto boots
And flying limbs,
Itching to pull them under.
Icy fingers twitch, beckoning them closer,
To show them the green and slippery
Graves below.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.30.2013 @ 12:01 pm


Seconds pass;
Slow and calculated
Shadows drift and settle
On stone walls, and walkways.
But with each city beat
Footsteps follow;
Calm, rushed, frenzied –
A confusion of sound
Falling to a dull rhythm
Of the cement heart.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.28.2013 @ 12:34 pm


A breath across your skin
Leaves goosebumps
And slow shadows creep
From between the blinds
Over dimples and curves
Finding a home along
Your spine
And in your hair.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.27.2013 @ 12:05 pm


She slipped on the stairs,
Slow and tumbling, the air thick
And suffocating in her throat.
With a scream and curse
She slid, her fingers threatening at
The shiny edges of the banister
Before she landed with a soft
Sigh, unable to

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.26.2013 @ 12:32 pm


Shoes beat the road
In a weird stacatto
Of hard breaths and a catch
That starts deep in the throat.
Tripping feet and bloodless
Try catch the cross beams
Of passing cars
But with a drop,
Light curves over lips and hip and hair
And the “no entry” sign ahead
Blinks red and white
and blue
Before all sound stops.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.26.2013 @ 12:48 am


One deep breath. That’s all it took to move out of that hunched position on the floor.

She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to get air to move in and out of her lungs and slow her crazy heart. She clutched at the ends of the carpet, her knuckles turning white with the tight grip, the nailpolish on her nails chipping.


» Posted By sonneillon On 01.24.2013 @ 12:00 pm


It’s a small mercy when your mouth clamps shut and instead, you talk with your finger tips and feather touch. My body hums, finding a beat, a rhythm in a silence of gapes and gasps. And with a slow fury, I am the one fighting for words, tripping and stuttering, grasping for that last sweet note.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.23.2013 @ 12:01 pm


Red wine lips smacked sweetly, sticky and tacky, leaving imprints on the glass. Once-white teeth glowered back at me. It was like she had bitten into some bleeding carcas and I struggled to keep my shiver of disgust hidden.

Sitting before her made everything too real. She existed. This existed. My fingers battled silently in my lap, my leg bouncing, my brain racing. What the fuck had I got myself into?

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.22.2013 @ 12:12 pm


Daybreak —
Fingers find their way
Through forest brush
And finally settle
Like lazy lizards
On hot rocks.
And like the trinkling streams,
Those soft tendrils will whisper-walk,
Visiting the dips
And dives
Leaving only the sighs of the

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.21.2013 @ 12:50 pm


With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.

The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted her gaze to the clock.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.20.2013 @ 11:51 am


I disappear.
It’s your lips and the touch of
Your trailing fingers
That leaves a fire behind.
Slow and awkward,
A licking fire
Finds its way to my hips
And the back of my thighs,
And with a sigh
I collapse.
I am destroyed.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.19.2013 @ 2:10 pm


With the hit and the stroke
The lap and the pull
The sound hit the shore.
Fingers and foam
Carved names on the sand,
Leaving small reminders
For footprints and the birds.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.18.2013 @ 12:11 pm


Sitting in straight back chairs, we stick to the wood, our thighs slipping slightly as we move. I hear a chink of ice, the glug of liquid and I can’t help but lick my lips.

“Choose a card,” he says, but I can’t think. It’s like a green house in here, and all I can think of is a glass of cool, cool water, swimming pools and airconditioning. But the slap of cards and clink of chips on the mahogany brings me back to the reality of it all. I’m in this to win, or not at all.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.17.2013 @ 12:10 pm


You’re like a
Thunder clap;
Sharp and hard and rumbling.
You leave me shaking,
Gripping hard to the edges
Of the light
And the rough sweep of your

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.16.2013 @ 11:24 am


With a sleepy smile, she rolled over, ignoring the size of the bed. Two of them laying side by side on a single was almost impossible. But in the musty motel with the sound of the traffic outside, and the constant drip-drip of a leaky tap somewhere, she drifted into the white noise, into oblivion.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.15.2013 @ 12:13 pm


A groan, a lisp, a gasp, a suck
Of air, a twitch of tongue
Teeth and china, deep and
Grounding with every grasping
Sibilance, fricative, glide and liquid
It fills and finds and feeds
Those tiny pieces of silence.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.14.2013 @ 11:28 am


A murder
On the green grass
Where we once sat;
It’s a reminder –
Like black and white films
And vanilla Coke –
Of what was once.
It’s that same pounding feeling
Of blood finding my heart
And the sticky mess mixing with sand
On that cold, hard ground.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.13.2013 @ 11:35 am


It was a slow day. Sun edged just over the horizon and footsteps cast shadows across the cement. Heat sat in a haze, held by the thick walls of industry and mortor. With each turn and bend, we got lost in the concrete.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.12.2013 @ 2:56 pm


Wet and broken,
It had slipped from her fingertips.
It fell with a shudder
And a choke,
Leaving her grasping and holding and leaning
And gasping for breath.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.11.2013 @ 1:14 pm


She felt the bite. It skinned her wrists and clutched her ankles in a vice grip. Flexing her fingers and toes, she tried to get rid of the pins and needles, but it was useless. It was then she felt the soft whisper of breath on her shoulder, and the light rain of leather against her thighs.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.10.2013 @ 12:23 pm


“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” It was a soft uttering, but one filled with anger and hatred. The news flashed across the TV screen in skips and stutters, bottle blondes and celebrity gossip. Superficial banter and light discussion on the string of murders from this summer. Nothing like a pretty face and vague licentious backchat to soften the blow.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.09.2013 @ 11:52 am


They’re made to be broken
Like seashells under foot
And crumpled paper in backseats
It’s like those old vodka bottles rolling under foot
And the sticky pleather lining the backs of bare thighs
They are heating with every moment
A slick trip from A to Z.

» Posted By sonneillon On 01.08.2013 @ 12:53 pm

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