Daniel Craig: The Screensaver …and when I fail to focus, when I tire, he rises like a Christ newly baptised in sky blue trunks, reminding me desire will always lie in wait and be disguised as men with healing hands and cute-cruel lips and arms I’d die for should they ever press too hard against my throat. When water drips from him the fish swim to his feet, confess how happily waylaid they are, congeal in spasmic foil and, even then, mouth how the breeding pools upstream are no big deal. Before my eyes bake white like theirs I vow I’ll hit a key. Before I go berserk I’ll kill him with one finger. Wake up.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 20:15:10 +0000
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