Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Shells

there's a noise from the books - rasp rasp
sweep everything from the desk
and it clatters or thuds or whatever to the floor
rasp - these claws of rodents blunted from too much
too - something - running circles on the roughened surface
sit on the desk, lie on it, or the other way round

you think you're fucking invincible
look, i fell for you. splinters

whispers something in my ear during dancing
or not dancing and not the words
but the movement, the act - moving the hair from the neck
this insertion of hand, the ear, the breath against the ear
rasp rasp - my ear on your crotch

I can hear the sea

2 comments:

  1. hey writer. i love the images.
    i love "you think you're fucking invincible
    look, i fell for you. splinters". this is mysterious and romantic and pets all my senses but also has a little creepyness a sense of something fucked up.
    i am ok. how are you? hug.

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  2. i'm itchy - the season change, spending too long in a field. that's the only part of this i like too.
    love the haircut tho

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