Each one starts with something like a kiss
a gaze that lingers
a hand on the waist or neck that stays too long
then strays to the breast bone or hip
And maybe it's like the "Zipless Fuck"
falling into each other's eyes
clothes dissolve, they collapse
into a seamless collage of sighs.
Or maybe nothing quite fits
fingers drag and judder
hip bones jut and dig
- he slaps away her fingers
as she tries to caress his appendix scar
and he finds she's dry and tight as a polythene glove.
Maybe nothing or maybe everything.
And all at once, sleep overcomes
she nestles in the heady scent
of skin and musk
drawn into a slumber
that seems like a bottomless well.
Maybe they get married
have five kids, a dog
a happy life for twenty years
Or maybe she runs off after five
with a tubby molecular biologist
she met at the Quickie Mart one Friday.
As they lean in for this kiss, he says
"You know I wrote this for you, don't you?"
"No, I don't", she says.
And so they pull away, and suck the air
back into their own lungs.
a gaze that lingers
a hand on the waist or neck that stays too long
then strays to the breast bone or hip
And maybe it's like the "Zipless Fuck"
falling into each other's eyes
clothes dissolve, they collapse
into a seamless collage of sighs.
Or maybe nothing quite fits
fingers drag and judder
hip bones jut and dig
- he slaps away her fingers
as she tries to caress his appendix scar
and he finds she's dry and tight as a polythene glove.
Maybe nothing or maybe everything.
And all at once, sleep overcomes
she nestles in the heady scent
of skin and musk
drawn into a slumber
that seems like a bottomless well.
Maybe they get married
have five kids, a dog
a happy life for twenty years
Or maybe she runs off after five
with a tubby molecular biologist
she met at the Quickie Mart one Friday.
As they lean in for this kiss, he says
"You know I wrote this for you, don't you?"
"No, I don't", she says.
And so they pull away, and suck the air
back into their own lungs.