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[spreadeagle]

when I ring the bell
I always catch you
in the middle of your shower
you stand there
dripping on the doorstep
arm raised to the frame
wet beads on your white skin
waist-tucked towel
foot-track puddle back across the hardwood
and your eyes

it's always the same
handing you the packet
asking you to sign

and of course you have to dry your hand
(hand pen
finger touch)
and of course you have to rest it on your thigh
(soap smell
wet hair)
and of course the towel…

of course...
of course...
of course...

you fuck me ferociously
draped over the veranda rail
(wet horn
sweat hole)
the balustrade shakes
strollers stare away intently
as from my satchel
white rectangles flutter
into the parched geraniums

 

[spreadeagle]

after my thighs clasp
blind heels rasp sides
soles slide
after the grasp and cling

after the heart-beat
lip-meet
after the gasp and guide
to inch, slow inch, you in

after the hard sweet haul
to the bush brush
ball drape and ache
the dark burning

before the slick gut-wrench
slow slide back
before the empty clench
the gathering to attack

before the crush-and-roll and onslaught of ecstasy
before the ram-slam-buck-fuck-slap
batman-and-robin
second cumming

in that brief endless moment
of silent eyes
and yearning
between desire
and passion spent
before the rush
before the sighs
before the kiss
comes the bliss

 

[spreadeagle]

at dawn the beach seems emptier without you
at the waters edge the only footprints are my own
returning alone

on the horizon the ghost of the moon is shrinking
like a flake of bone
as far away as you are
sinking down
to shine on you

last night my bed was oceans wide
cast away on the coast of love
I held nothing in my arms

my only pastime now is waiting
how did you make the clocks stop?