electricity

full of electricity

I can see it, these crackling trails of blue white fluorescence across my hipbone where his finger traces some hypnotic and repetitive pattern

& smell it: my face crushed here beneath his arm tight, so when I breathe it must be somehow through him. this sodden fabric in my mouth and my nose full of his scent - chlorine and hot metal

electricity

this is how my heart beats: rushes and I'm sweating hot cold then pauses on the edge of some precipice
one - two - three
plunges irregular, breathtaking, bounces off the rocks
seems kind of resilient.

he puts his hand firm in the centre of my chest, like a prelude to CPR.
crescent moons of brown blood under his nails

(here I'm hoping it's mine)
(here I'm hoping it's blood)

he said once: "I don't want to have sex with you, it's too fucking obvious"