Sunday, August 16, 2009

Encounter II

Entwined.

A panting struggle to emerge from between
the starving, thorny, grip.

My eyes are shut.
I've collapsed,
in febrile arrest.

Stillness.

Silence

Except...

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.