/ˈin-tə-mə-sē/

 

I would like to abuse my lungs and smoke your existence, until losing myself in the rapture of intimacy; thus, materializing into recycled air...all before the saints reincarnate into their lost causes and my sins come looking for last year's rent. I want every breaking wave of thorns and scars to appraise (my) every syllable until they converse and ripe into lullabies of innocence and desire stolen from a coalition of thirsty lips that ache to coalescence with my Faith's villainy. I would like to collude with my Fate's intentions: h(a)unt You: scratch every crevice, bury myself in the rhythm of Time's fiction, drown my flesh in the crown of Babylon's glory and watch beauty sing from the trenches of its wreckage...

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Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera

Words by: J Guillermo Paleo

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