The way he blows the smoke out
his eyelids slightly lowering
I know he wants me
I touch my finger to the rim of the glass
tell another lie
There’s a way people draw things out of you
in strange places
veils lift
change
find new faces
All night he’s watched me behind a screen of smoke
And then the temperature reached one-hundred-and-ten, I say
so I just rappelled the rest of the way down naked
I look at him
lick the salt on my finger
Surprise crosses my face
not salt
but pomegranate sugar
sweet
the color of blood
He pulls my hand to his lips
his tongue a thick slug of suction
compressing my finger to the roof of his mouth
Teeth graze my knuckle
For several seconds
my eyes can’t rotate
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
The way he blows the smoke out
his eyelids slightly lowering
I know he wants me
I touch my finger to the rim of the glass
tell another lie
There’s a way people draw things out of you
in strange places
veils lift
change
find new faces
All night he’s watched me behind a screen of smoke
And then the temperature reached one-hundred-and-ten, I say
so I just rappelled the rest of the way down naked
I look at him
lick the salt on my finger
Surprise crosses my face
not salt
but pomegranate sugar
sweet
the color of blood
He pulls my hand to his lips
his tongue a thick slug of suction
compressing my finger to the roof of his mouth
Teeth graze my knuckle
For several seconds
my eyes can’t rotate
