CONNECT
Notes: I wrote this poem in Saudi Arabia of all places ;)
Soft spider-soft touch
glides slippery smooth
over skin.
Light steps, little fingerfalls:
they trace a pattern, a design.
A tremor erupts through
sensitive flesh, an eruption
of more
than just a tickle--a dangerous turn, a queasy flip-flop
that settles uneasily in his belly.
Eyes bright, flicker light,
a trick maybe?
This one looks back at him.
Masculine eyes.
He never imagined this.
He turns away,
folds up his hands,
a cat tucking a paw underneath its body.
He hears his chuckle behind,
a deep rumble inside the tummy.
He feels the sound bubble forth in the busy room,
more than he hears it.
It affects, it calls for attention.
He turns, sleeves over hands,
shutting his skin away--but still a dare.
Do you dare touch me again? I dare you.
Blue masculine eyes match his.
Double vision.
A deja vu! ::Haven't I seen this before?
A woman once wanted me,
back in high school.
I haven't looked since::
Now, steady as a pool of mercury,
unsliding, unslippery,
they have him.
The body knows
before the brain knows.
The body doesn't wait for permission.
::Am I attatched to this thing that glides
towards him? Am I inside this vehicle?::
Slip-slide tongue
against his tongue.
Firm apple lips.
The miracle of two bodies
pressed tightly together,
unseen in a crowded room.
Say no,
say no.
::Yes::
He falls deeper
into steel arms,
steel hands, gentle as velvet.
Movement.
Like the rustle of birds
fleeing a brittle desert tree.
The snap of a black coat-tail in the wind.
The whip of a corner turned too fast.
::Where are you taking me?::
::Where am I not taking you?::
::Hold tight, follow me. Hold tight, don't let go::
::Let me inside.
Ahh, the smoothness, the slickness,
the pure human taste of your mouth.::
::No, yours::
The slickness of the teeth, smooth and slimy like a wolf's.
::Let me in!::
::I'm afraid::
The terrible trickle of saliva
running over bare chest,
down the belly,
over the waist,
deeper below.
The hotness, the slippery soft deepness.
How big is this space? How much can it let in?
::Let me in::
::Come inside::
Tremors, terrible ripping crying,
squeezing smooth sheets.
The sweetness of the passing out,
the hotness of the move within.
The slow accustomization.
The inner way, the outer way--
::how could I have wanted to say no?
How could I have wanted to stop this?::
