By the River (from The Chambers of Imagination)
She woke with a start, still in a midnight room, reached across to an empty bed, reached to where she expected him to be. The space she found echoed through the apartment.
As her eyes focused she rose, robed and roamed through the house, roamed to see where his insomnia had taken him. She had long understood...
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She woke with a start, still in a midnight room, reached across to an empty bed, reached to where she expected him to be. The space she found echoed through the apartment.
As her eyes focused she rose, robed and roamed through the house, roamed to see where his insomnia had taken him. She had long understood...
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Peau D'espagne (from the Vampire Liaisons)
She raised her arm to her face, dipping her head slightly, inhaling the scent of fresh leather. It always stirred something inside her, something primal and ancient. Something with inherent and subtle power.
Her movements were an elusive current of air as she passed through the crowd, oblivious to their side glances of desire and envy. She traveled a...
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She raised her arm to her face, dipping her head slightly, inhaling the scent of fresh leather. It always stirred something inside her, something primal and ancient. Something with inherent and subtle power.
Her movements were an elusive current of air as she passed through the crowd, oblivious to their side glances of desire and envy. She traveled a...
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Words like Faint Sparks
Her smile was a contradiction of warmth and distance that surrendered and yet disarmed.
How could it not be when life had crossed so many lines, her compass had so many points?
He danced for her amusement and juggled words in the air that appeared as faint sparks, and faded as ash falling like snowflakes on his hair.
The chilled air...
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Her smile was a contradiction of warmth and distance that surrendered and yet disarmed.
How could it not be when life had crossed so many lines, her compass had so many points?
He danced for her amusement and juggled words in the air that appeared as faint sparks, and faded as ash falling like snowflakes on his hair.
The chilled air...
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J'etais Libre Parmi les Esclaves Masques
It began as a fascination with barbed wire, the barbed wire that marks borders, the barbed wire that keeps out the poverty of life.
A fascination that translated into the barbed wire he wrapped around his arms like the penance of enlightenment, like the corona of a sun, black sun of ancient sailors in a starless sky, drops of...
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It began as a fascination with barbed wire, the barbed wire that marks borders, the barbed wire that keeps out the poverty of life.
A fascination that translated into the barbed wire he wrapped around his arms like the penance of enlightenment, like the corona of a sun, black sun of ancient sailors in a starless sky, drops of...
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"J'ecris toujours avec un masque sur le visage." -- Valery Larbaud
Blatnii Mir
Trains across the ceramic landscape moved silently through the urine, soot and scraps of wire, stronghold of the machine age, revolutionary rhythm of industrial clubs where you could hear the metal hum.
Statements were made. Statements were taken. Quotes appeared on the pale skin of barbed wire fences, the harsh and erotic point where pain and beauty meet.
What is this book where...
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Trains across the ceramic landscape moved silently through the urine, soot and scraps of wire, stronghold of the machine age, revolutionary rhythm of industrial clubs where you could hear the metal hum.
Statements were made. Statements were taken. Quotes appeared on the pale skin of barbed wire fences, the harsh and erotic point where pain and beauty meet.
What is this book where...
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