thought i'd share some writing again...
Lust. It felt like love. a hot ambiguity in between the two.
Our pinnacle; the carnival.
To get away from the dust bowl campus we piled into the grand wagoneer.
And Rae was there; her girlfriend flirting with some boy in a crowd; picking at cotton candy with two fingers.
Rae grasped my hand spinning me around and smiled puckishly, leaning in to dip lips to my necks hollow.
"don't," i whisper harshly. but i am smiling, "your girlfriend...."
"i need to be with you." she says.
A loud shrill scream interrupts us. We look up; locating the sound at the steeple of the ride.
"Lets go on that." she says.
"It my favorite."
We wait in line. My heart is beating in my belly. I want her. We hand our tickets over, spellbound by one another and step into the cage; it rocks with our weight.
the man closes it shut tightly and pulls on the door to be certain it is locked into place.
He releases and we swing forward, backward. The head light and and then the feet, dizziness rolling from the chest to the pelvis; chest to pelvis.
And with a sudden violent creaking movement we are lifted.
The ride gains momentum and we rock the metal cage wildly laughing. two girls two boys a boy and girl; all and neither.
In love at this moment.
Understanding completely without thought; with our hearts, with our youth.
The cage echos the rhythm we have established; flipping upsidedown, rightsideup and we are pushed into a single physical reality.
She grabs my chin and pulls my face to hers.
She kisses me with a lingering desperation.
And both our bodies soften together in a unison of relief.
With each kiss, each rotation of the cage desire mounts, desire is satisfied exquisitely.
The earth and its laws are suspended.
Mountain wind stirs at the rides summit; foreboding and deeply sexual.
And at the bottom, the sharp scent of metal softened by hot swampy oil. popcorn with nauseating butter. funnel cake.
excited screams follow the axis of the ride
but my lips are filled by hers
my mouth singing with the chapping wetness, smushed bone to bone
it is too good.
i have gone to the fair twice in love. once with the boy with the folksong lyrics, with the hunched back; with the knuckles.
Once with the first woman i touched. and meant it.
In a year she will be dead
But now,
now I am breathing in her mouth.
Lust. It felt like love. a hot ambiguity in between the two.
Our pinnacle; the carnival.
To get away from the dust bowl campus we piled into the grand wagoneer.
And Rae was there; her girlfriend flirting with some boy in a crowd; picking at cotton candy with two fingers.
Rae grasped my hand spinning me around and smiled puckishly, leaning in to dip lips to my necks hollow.
"don't," i whisper harshly. but i am smiling, "your girlfriend...."
"i need to be with you." she says.
A loud shrill scream interrupts us. We look up; locating the sound at the steeple of the ride.
"Lets go on that." she says.
"It my favorite."
We wait in line. My heart is beating in my belly. I want her. We hand our tickets over, spellbound by one another and step into the cage; it rocks with our weight.
the man closes it shut tightly and pulls on the door to be certain it is locked into place.
He releases and we swing forward, backward. The head light and and then the feet, dizziness rolling from the chest to the pelvis; chest to pelvis.
And with a sudden violent creaking movement we are lifted.
The ride gains momentum and we rock the metal cage wildly laughing. two girls two boys a boy and girl; all and neither.
In love at this moment.
Understanding completely without thought; with our hearts, with our youth.
The cage echos the rhythm we have established; flipping upsidedown, rightsideup and we are pushed into a single physical reality.
She grabs my chin and pulls my face to hers.
She kisses me with a lingering desperation.
And both our bodies soften together in a unison of relief.
With each kiss, each rotation of the cage desire mounts, desire is satisfied exquisitely.
The earth and its laws are suspended.
Mountain wind stirs at the rides summit; foreboding and deeply sexual.
And at the bottom, the sharp scent of metal softened by hot swampy oil. popcorn with nauseating butter. funnel cake.
excited screams follow the axis of the ride
but my lips are filled by hers
my mouth singing with the chapping wetness, smushed bone to bone
it is too good.
i have gone to the fair twice in love. once with the boy with the folksong lyrics, with the hunched back; with the knuckles.
Once with the first woman i touched. and meant it.
In a year she will be dead
But now,
now I am breathing in her mouth.
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triplegold:
You have a very good set.
patrlot:
that's so weird. I actually signed online thinking, "Man, I need some help with my existential dillemma..."
