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
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
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hey writer. i love the images.
ReplyDeletei 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.
i'm itchy - the season change, spending too long in a field. that's the only part of this i like too.
ReplyDeletelove the haircut tho