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Just left of darkness, our soon sleeping shapes are licked by night’s blank face.

More like a wife, curved thigh to thigh and sculpted back to belly: held tight by tattoed arms and warmed.

Manchester 2000 Ben’s Flat In the slanted grey light of a Manchester evening, you lay out your clothes, ready for leaving: boxer shorts,...

A rented room: dark enough for shadows to stand against the warmth of orange light. Us two: up so early that night is like a hot breath...