Note: These entries may lose their intended poetic structure when viewed on a smart phone. For best results, view on a desktop/laptop screen. Thanks, technology. You’re … not my favorite.
after I am inside myself against the wall and beneath you in my mind I am out of options before you I was up around you I am only down beside myself and seething I gaze across the desert that’s kept me under your spell between sickness and health from wanting to wasting and between you and me we’re already over. I’ll never get out if I don't give you up
After the worst of it, she comes and sits alongside me. She leans her head against my shoulder, and I melt beneath her kindness. I stay there, locked in her embrace and cry without shame. Between breaths, she doles out kisses, each more tender than the one before. Her mouth moves from my chin, up to my forehead, around my ears and down my neck. I hold her against me. Across the room the lights flicker, the walls shake under the weight of our crumbling world. Between kisses come desperate words, from her trembling lips to my damaged ears. "It’s over," she says. We cower together under cosmic fire. Out of options, our time is up.
This was visceral and intense. You have such a gift for capturing physical intimacy in all it's rawness and vulnerability. Loved this one.
So, how did sleepaway camp go? Did he do ok? LOL