SJ. Sharkey Biography

Esoteric, entering, ebony eyes
Your gaze a mute whisper into my amorous stare from which the tangible cruelty of your desires is clear, is turgid…
Fine, fragile, fashioned fingers
Your touch an inadvertent brush against my amatory skin which curdles at the dejection of your stroke that is refutal, is bleak…
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When The World Ends,
Collect your things and come meet me,
And we’ll watch the stars disappear.
Too bad for them that no-one else is here, but our love has kept us alive.
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I forgot what it feels like to be normal; but what is normal?
Trying to stay awake and remember my name?
I never thought I could miss someone half as much as I miss you,
And I’m the one that’s gone
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As I struggle through the rubble
I hear their cries of pain
I see flashes of our time together
And wish for some again
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By day the bat is cousin to the mouse
He likes the attic of an ageing house
His fingers make a hat about his head
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead
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