http://slow.writerscafe.org/allisonmurray The original writings of author allison en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024831 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 SpilledRunning through your fingersLike fleeting first momentsMemories lingerand sweetness rememberedClinging to my skinlike my favorite perfume http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343413/ SurroundedI surrender to my alonenessMysticism is reflected in my eyes        as reality chats with my soulThe truth is thereMy Sherpafighting to pry my eyes opento release them allInto the skyand under the earthto meet there   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343409/ I'm addicted to my own imaginationLike a junkyI seek out the dark alleyways        Abandoned buildings, bathroom stallsAnywhere        to be alone with my fixTricking youtricking himtricking herinto the spoon to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343406/ Experiences lie andtry to take holdDownwardOutwardThen upLooking for truthLooking through livesHoping to findsomething sublimePressed onPassed onThe scars are mine to hold and hideHoping one day the voice will subside  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343402/ Eye dropper dreamsand Kafka screamsMy world has turned technicolor        and I now see how to freeze the momentI am lost to the herdI dug under the wall        realizing that escape and projections are no longer optio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343400/ I obsessTo posesssomething intangible  I huntfor a stuntto fill this unnamed need My willcould easily bringa thrill to my soul I can't look awayEspecially from the grotesqueThis is my burlesque show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343394/ Youth:Longing to loose itLonging to taste  itLeads to feeding on itBreeds needing itBoasts purging itBlocks out naming itBreaks you from taming itBleeds you dry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/343390/ Leather folds cover your eyes as the ball blocks your wordsI sip my teaand revel in your struggle to catalyze your other sensesI am pondering my own painand wondering how to dispense yoursI stand and stretchlike a lazy catand finger the fine china cup at my high heeled feetI like thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/342086/ Curry kissed my skinas you fed me darkness with your fingersI tasted Africaas you mapped out our timedown the small of my back  With pillows full of nightshadeyou led me back to Spain Black laced kisses and corseted waistsI lost my America in a pair of six inch s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/342085/ I ate the button and his buttermilk smilesHe led me to the desert        where the secret garden grewWe ate his ancestors        and lit the clouds with starsHe led me up the steps      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/342084/ I was washing the stone floor when the morning sun spread itself-causing the wet, earthy aroma to find its way        to the distant reaches of stored up memoriesI remember the cool stone floor of your Tuscan hide-a-wayYou fed me wine from your family's viney.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allisonmurray/342082/