Saturday, 7 August 2010


In a whisper
An urgent orgasm passed her lips;

Pressed flatter
Than natural,
And through her throat posting itself;
Coating the roof
And floor
Of her mouth with the thoughts
That had brought it;

Spat passionately
Out of her grasp in unnatural sounds,

But none the less
Loud enough
For her breath to touch my face
A distance away,
And make
My own rage more forceful because
Of its importance.

Wretched it left me,
Longing for noise to take our statements

And shake the paper
From walls;
To make tiles fall from ceilings,
And express feelings
As raucously
As possible in the morning, afternoon
And evening.

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