Her long brown hair hung
occluding forty-seven percent of her face
and her one eye
looked a little manic.
It was slow and sweet
for a while
but she had been
gradually gaining momentum.
I am watching her
carefully and
waiting, really
for that moment.
Suddenly she stops.
She raises her hands up
clenched.
It looks like she is going to
pull her own hair
and then her right fist
slams into my ribs
followed by a left
and a right and a left.
A barrage of little hurts
pouring out
machine gun frenzied.
She digs her nails into my chest,
her mouth is twisted,
her teeth clenched,
I can see muscles
in one jaw line twitch.
More hair falls over her
Countenance.
Her hips move furious
and then
Sensuous wails of red light,
screams of sumptuous green,
bright yellow trembling,
and electric blue rippling
like bright neon
She cools and dims
she collapses
into me
sobbing
and I can feel
salty wet
itchy dripping down my skin
I cry too
never having seen someone
this...
Michael L Sutter
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 9:06 AM UTC
Her long brown hair hung
occluding forty-seven percent of her face
and her one eye
looked a little manic.
It was slow and sweet
for a while
but she had been
gradually gaining momentum.
I am watching her
carefully and
waiting, really
for that moment.
Suddenly she stops.
She raises her hands up
clenched.
It looks like she is going to
pull her own hair
and then her right fist
slams into my ribs
followed by a left
and a right and a left.
A barrage of little hurts
pouring out
machine gun frenzied.
She digs her nails into my chest,
her mouth is twisted,
her teeth clenched,
I can see muscles
in one jaw line twitch.
More hair falls over her
Countenance.
Her hips move furious
and then
Sensuous wails of red light,
screams of sumptuous green,
bright yellow trembling,
and electric blue rippling
like bright neon
She cools and dims
she collapses
into me
sobbing
and I can feel
salty wet
itchy dripping down my skin
I cry too
never having seen someone
this...
Michael L Sutter
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