Seven Ravenous Thoughts
Today I had seven ravenous thoughts and wrote them down.
The Strand of Pearls
In a frenzy the strand broke and scattered about the room, over the bed, over the floor, bouncing and rolling and scattering about unheeded.
The Silver Chain
I curled my finger through it and slowly lifted it until it drew taut and the bearer of the chain trembled.
The Iron Bedstead
Arms stretching out over the head, hands grasping an iron bedstead, clenching and holding and releasing.
The Black T-Shirt & The White Skin
Clean soft black cotton laying upon the rises and falls of form, stark in contrast, inviting in context.
The Candle
A single light guttering, a hand cupping, lips pursing and darkness falling.
The Black Bee
Reading of Richard Burton late into the night, a voice reading from inside the Black Bee.
The Abdominal Iliac Crest
Rising onto toes, arms stretching, shirt rising, revealing the abdominal iliac crest.
Maybe it is the influence of spring. Maybe it is the moon. Maybe it is the heavy scent of flowers in the air. Maybe it is the simple joy of being a man. Maybe it is all of the above.
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