This talks about sex/doing it. Nothing graphic though. Has some mirror cussing. Just a little warning!
Man: Do you remember the last time we had sex?
Woman: Really? Really?
This is what it was.
On a Tuesday meeting you at first smile.
The sun was on the other side of your eyes
and I hadn't learned your name.
Only the tail end of what it meant
to hear you...
He told me to explain.
He was quiet and his eyes looked like stones
Picked from a puddle
He was told to speak to me
Or, that is what my parents told me
Where do I start?
I remember as a child I thought I was nothing more than a spine.
Feeling each bump across my back as if I was a skeleton.
Only to be covered by skin because my insides were...
Buildings were falling no different from rain.
What dust was washed across my lungs
The sun became a piece of grain
My home was nothing more than where
bones met the ground
A kiss from...
In the whisper he was hoping to find a glimpse. A shadow that showed a bit of hope. That the sunlight that grew dim would take a sliver to his eye. That he could run his hands...
Things are not what they seem.
That my hands are extensions of a body
that could not be seen
reflections of a ghost
This was it to be
space speaking to me.
That the stars
And this was what it was. To be truly alone. That the dark would fuck me till I wished I could hold his hand. That his teeth would bite in to my bound neck. Feeling around digging...