under my skin

at various stages
of breathless
we exchanged
ideas
then fluids
then numbers
then fluids
again
we
sit
and
lie
in silence
the light pouring in
through the
blind-less
window
just missing
you
extend your leg
dipping your toe
into the stream
shadows still
obscuring
most of the
shapely limb
recently tagged
with my
saliva
and
stubble burn
and
teeth marks
the man-made
me-resented
illumination
showing off
dark toe nail polish
matching
the fingers
that scratched
and slapped
and begged
and
now
pull down
a little
on a vaguely
numb
lip
while
the air
sighs
heavy
with the
not nearly fading
aroma of
not if but when
again
fuck yes
again
i run a
trembling
hand through my
damp hair

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3 Responses

  1. Wendryn says:

    Mmmmm.

    And this made me laugh –
    ideas
    then fluids
    then numbers
    then fluids
    again

    What a very nice way to start the day, daydreaming of dreaming, sated, in the sun…

    I love the way you put together words. I think in images, which sometimes gets me in trouble, but in your case I really enjoy it.

  2. doniree says:

    Fuck yes.

  3. Megan says:

    Perfect reading for a Monday morning. Starts the week out right.

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