the heart laid bare

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CIRCA SOLEM
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FIVE MONTHS
A LETTER TO THE UNDESERVING
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would we
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Dad
after you've gone
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a smile from the eyes
trepidation
why so cold
fix this
swallow me
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cry alone
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come dream with me
in the face of adversity
one word
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untouchable
one and one makes two
you burn me
see me
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I WATCHED A MAN DIE TODAY
THREE WEEKS
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Arrows
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The Talk Of Love
Nicotine
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swallow me

I want you to kiss me like you haven’t eaten in a week and a half;
Like there’s no taste more addictive than my lips.
To swallow me down
Sate yourself, again and again
Until my tongue knows nothing but yours,
Until my mouth is bruised with the flavour of you.
 
I want there to be fire in your fingertips when you touch my skin
And in your eyes when I meet them with my own.
Singe my flesh so you can see me blister
And do not draw away;
I want you to pull me so close that there’s no room for manners between us.
 
I want you to notice every hair in my eyelashes, every freckle on my nose,
Every scar on my skin.
To grip your palms against my flesh,
To clench your fists around my bones
And hold me too tightly.
I want you to leave your mark upon me so deeply that when I walk away
Every zephyr becomes your breath in my ear.
 
I want every inhalation to include your scent,
And every exhalation to tell tales on me;
Of how I want you;
Of what a liar I am
When I say this means nothing.
 
And I want you to cover my ears
So that the only sound I hear as I fall asleep 
Is your pulse, curling itself around me
As you wrap me up in your rhythm and beat,
Like the thought of ever letting go never even occurred to you.

© mjc 06 October 2015

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Biography

Daughter, sister, aunt, godmother, friend, public servant; self-confessed hermit, confirmed cat person, sporadic baker, irreformable yarncrafter, voracious reader; occasional wit, voluble shower vocalist, frequent sacrifice on the altar of brain-to-mouth filter fails, random shit-slinger, unrepentant purveyor of puns and dad jokes, writer and poet.

I have always lived by the theory that no matter what you do for a living - if you are compelled to write, if you wake up in the night to scrawl the contents of your dreams on a notebook beside the bed, if no event in your life seems complete without you recording it, if you are drawn to comment upon the world - then you are a writer.

These are my words.