Tuesday, April 2, 2013

As If We Were Weapons 2.0


Into the line swift you arrived
Skin just dazzling beneath the elegant glow

Barely five seconds had elapsed
Before you leaned into me

Closer and closer….

(Mild beads of sweat had begun to spill from my temple)

Until my phallus brushed your derriere


With less than a consonant
Taken from the ground

(Pause)

(A sharp, fathomless breath was drawn)

Could passion be the jolt
Coursing between you and I?

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