First part of my serialisation with the River Ram Press!
‘No Cygnet for Sleep’ contains strong language, sexual scenes, drug use, and gore.
No Cygnet for Breakfast
By Jivan Ward
Brown-tip-dip-dyed-blond hair like butter on forehead and taste and touch and kiss you on your shoulder and chest and your hands squeeze mine. Eyes like seawater or Bornite or something nearly something almost as fluorescent and blue-green and sink into your soul. I. My name and I say yours and we breathe we homunculus in salty sweaty bed sheets smell like lavender I washed them before you came. No lonely hairs or lonely sweat stains I washed away the nights of winter and summer and nobody but me. You change. Quivers from your legs around my waist and behind my back and digging scratching and pressing into beside myself. I. Lips tingle with each press and contact smack against yours ribbed and smooth taut skin. Caramel runs down my belly…
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