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(RAW TEXT VERSION FOR CUT/PASTE) Nonsensical drama
by Sommer
Copyright - 2001: Paul Sommer, All Rights Reserved
My eyes are drawn into the tight flames, rolling off the jagged edges of the dry oak;
Sparks bounce toward us, heeding warnings in the boiling sap;
These sharp sounds break my trance, redirecting my drying eyes to you;
You: reflecting the flickering warm red glow as it details the curves of your naked body;
You: reaching to grab my hand, clenching and pinching my fingers into an awkward, painful bundle;
This urgent need for support, is this from pain or pleasure, or perhaps neither?
I remain silent, unable to speak, having no capacity to reason;
I simply watch;
I watch him confidently push his thickness in with a slow, deliberate thrust;
I watch as your body gives a great jerk, echoing within a sea of tiny spasms that bring your hips forward;
My face flushes at these truest visions of you with another, embracing in a familiar rhythm;
What have I done!?
Spit steams behind my tense teeth as I sit back to see his body move in and out and in again;
A drop of sweat rolls off his nose, striking your belly and disappears into your own;
Jumbles of confusion pass through me like daggers: is this the taste of sin that others have so carefully warned me about?
Did I hear the seductive knock of evil, only to let it in and willingly destroy our love?
Have I lost you in the instant sensations of blind fulfillment?
Will we now meet in a field of painful emotional truths, planning to construct the terrors of goodbye!?
Your hand tightens further, as the veins and muscles bulge in your face and neck;
Will I remember this as the day lifelong wisdom vanished, replaced by the vision of you with another!? The dry, cold of December stabbed as I raised in panic;
Dark and silent, I dizzily tried to squint into the blue night;
A dream: I guess this was all but a dream;
You, being taken by another before me: just a dream;
My head shook, why such an absurd drama, why such nonsensical divergence?
Surely, an obtuse abstraction to forget with the morning's light(?);
My heart eased from its torrid race, steadying to find a more tranquil beat;
As I moved to hold you near, the warmth of your sleeping body assured me;
And as the quiet night filled our room, I thought of the many ways I love you. |
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