A panting struggle to emerge from between
the starving, thorny, grip.
My eyes are shut.
I've collapsed,
in febrile arrest.
Stillness.
Silence
Him breathing
me breathing through a dark, limp net of hair.
"All Undone", says a voice.
Stranded beneath strands,
bruised and tender, not wanting to be unleashed.
Until a hand reaches me
through gentle excavation.
"Open your eyes".
Fluttering lids.
A lost smile.
"Stay that way..."
Pinned beneath
muscled thrusts
Writhing hips.
Wanting. Hating. Struggling.
Can't.
"Can't."
Still in denial of this consequential tryst.