Poetry: In the Dark

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Digital painting based on a wall mural in San Francisco
In the Dark

in the dark

in my bed

by the wall

his tongue

my ear

his tongue

my mouth

his head

my thighs

wet silence

red blood

he enters

he fills me

my mouth

his breath

my face

his knife

I wait

in the dark

in my bed

By the wall

Rob Goldstein (c) 2015-2018

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49 Days In 1988: Week 34 – Uncertainty

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London – September 1st, 1988

After all the uncertainty of whether we would all be given notice on our houseshare at Grassmere Road, nothing happened today. No notice, no visit by Mr & Mrs Summer, and a massive sigh of relief for us all left here.

Marty, however, continues to make plans for the purchase of his new flat. He assured me, again, that the spare room there has my name on it, but I don’t feel very confident about moving in with him and his Ex. I find it strange that they want to live together again, but I guess they must have a firm friendship. It’s an odd setup.

What hasn’t gone out of my mind is the phone call I had with Simon earlier this week…

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