A collection of pieces from BA [Hons] Creative Writing.
oh, my rolling love!
Chase Miller
I
two alike minds
dash, in
fragments, in
camera, shatter
unto one another
to become whole,
become one, and
although jagged
lines permeate
the boundaries, to the
membrane thrust
between these two
fluid bodies there
is nothing restless, no
awful drainage, no
chest-pain panting
in the dim light
of lair-glow, no.
it just works.
it just does.
Ⅱ
and so,
in rainbows, and
in sepia tones, and
in rosy glows,
in glowing prose,
in pale light, in
moon-so-bright, and
dredging, crawling
pitching, reeling, grazing
across the surface
of bedsheets, clawing
at those bodies,
that skin laid
bare beneath, every
contingent object
of clothing posing
merely an obstacle
to savoured glimpses
to the thrill of
no shame, to
the thrill of flashing
polaroids, to
the ecstasy of
tracing the face
with the finger, to
the chest, arms,
legs, belly, lovely,
sloping, holy, to
taking in every
crease and seam and
pore and inch of smooth
sternum and committing
it to permanence, to
posterity come hell
or high water, tracing every
oh-so thoughtfully
coupled segment of this
heavenly structure, this
divine construction, this
hallowed formation, this -
oh, my rolling love!
Ⅲ
and through the morning
fog, that choking,
bloating, flowing mist
there is no daunting
image of futures
dashed, no
hopeless haunting from
loves of past, no.
it just works.
it just does.
Find Chase on Instagram is @sneazer_ and on twitter @ssauceboy.
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