Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com
THOSE ILLICIT DAYS
How many times we risked it all, falling asleep after sex, the possibility of a key in the door, the sound of vows shattered. But we were luckier than we truly deserved, and woke undisturbed, dining on each other again, until one of us had to leave, depending upon the bed we lay in on that particular day; what fools we were, drunk on a love that did not allow for guilt, what wonderful fools, right up until an end we refused to foresee.
With something like a endless sigh we shed our public skins and gave into deeper needs, our lips stretched and our teeth shining as we ate each other until there was no inch of us left to consume, then we fell away, sweat painted and sated, only eager now to breathe, breathe, and savour the gentle sound of our bodies recovering so we might, sometime soon, shed our skins again.
We fell asleep as sated lovers, but woke as broken strangers, afraid to meet each other's eyes, barely confident enough to grunt a hello, let alone the inevitable goodbye; mirrored nods of the head, wavy smiles and a watery hug, then the door closing on my tender-skinned back, and I step forward and away, make my way home for food and a shower before another indifferent day begins its sluggish progress around my lonely form.