Before the Crumble
Tiny fissures
little cracks
the breakdown
comes in slow
and stealthy
with veins
once so flush
with life
drying up
in a starvation
of moisture
while lying prone
in a puddle
yet
unable to breathe.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Hard Body Cuddles
Coined
in loving arms
as long legs tangle
to brush
against leaner
versions
of the same.
Cold nights
warmed
as I become
so wrapped up
in you
that the world
disappears.
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Gideon’s Challenge
More
Layer
upon layer
of need,
each builds
upon
the one before,
growing
in strength
as the old
gives birth to new
until, insatiable…
I reach for you.
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Gideon’s Challenge
A Slow Death
Rural spots
with lots of rust
and rain filled
skies
hang low
An unnatural
quiet
as water soaked
wood swells
and deteriorates
while the drip
of raindrops
is the only sound.
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Spot
Come lie with me
on a bed of
feather soft moss
that tickles
against the flesh
as it cushions
our weight.
Come sleep
with me
among the ferns
and boughs
of cedar trees
that shelter
us from harm.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Almost There
Battered and bruised
Just one day left
yet each bruise
feels deeper
than the last
and the spirit
is in tatters
of rags
edges blackened
by the scorch
of gruelling
demands for
more
than there is left
to give.
Twisting the Leaf 