Saturday, January 26, 2013

All of these are about Stephen Carey

Circa 2007.

 
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Tired limbs and sore bodies holding close in tight quarters.
We could feel the gasps of sleep on our faces.
Trying to sneak glimpses of the others sleeping face, quickly shutting our eyes when the others opened.
Pretending
No. I wasn’t gazing at you.’
No. I wasn’t trying to capture exactly how you look right now’
No. I wasn’t trying to drink up the serenity of you skin.’
Fingertips brush across soft shoulders and stomachs.
Silken and cotton sleep wear tangles in arms and legs.
We may be beat from exhaustion and cold.
But it’s hard to sleep when your heart is beating this fast.





Our teeth crash into one another.
The pain shoots up our spines, rushing over our skulls.
We hardly notice.
The intensity of desire and want conquers all other synapses.
We fumble into each other at first, jerky motions and awkward hands.
At least the embarrassment is mutual.
Soon our flush-cheeked self-consciousness is washed away as primal impulses take over.
Furiously our lips and fingertips lick the others.
Before long we are so overcome it’s hard to tell if we are in fact devouring each other.
So fierce and angry with what seems to be our ‘forbidden love’
We hardly notice our bodies becoming bloody and bruised with emotions.
I have missed you so much.

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