I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
A breath
From behind
Lips
On the neck
Down to the collar bone
Heart racing
Body pulled
Face to face
Eyes meet
Head tilting back
Lips exploring
The neck once more
Pulling back
Eyes meet once more
Lips open
Catching breath
Hand gentle on cheek
Moving slowly
Pulling closer
Lips meet lips
Warmth below the surface
Hands explore
The small of the back
Closer
Chests heave
Pulling away
Unable to beak free
Unwilling to let go
Wrong but right
Giving in
Just a kiss
Nothing more
Maybe…
Hey all! I know it’s been a minute, but my well went dry for a bit. I’m back and hopefully the words will flow consistently for a while at least.
She commands the room
As she walks gracefully through
Her jasmine perfume
Gives me a headache
Or is it her
Her unattainable perfection
The scent always reminds me
That I will never be
Her…
They say
“What is it good for?”
Profits for those whose
Pockets are already filled with gold
While those who serve
Can barely afford to live
And their blood now lines
Those pockets
And the boorish spenders
Still ask for more
Carrying her sadness like a totem
Believing it was her only truth
Until its power was gone
–
Lost and confused
Needing a new image to embrace
A personification of a new truth
–
Unearthed, in spite of adversity,
A symbol of strength and hope
Her true identity
A magic pill
A slow slide
Down the hole
Mind escapes
As chaos enslaves
If I could escape
Fly far away
You would be there
Nothing holding us back
Oblivious to
Life’s insignificance
Apart from
Our arms embrace
Our lips
Your touch
Caressing me
Day and night
The world would
Cease to spin
A cessation in time
Passion dominating
Us alone
And my heart
At long last
Undarkened
She stood motionless in the dimly lit doorway waiting to get up the nerve to knock. Fantasizing for years led to such great anticipation for this moment. Tonight, making the riskiest move of her life, she took a chance on altering the boundaries of their friendship forever.
Inside showering, he was completely unaware of the conceivably life altering events about to transpire. His roommate was out for the night and little did he know the evening’s circumstances had been laid out to the smallest detail, save for his reaction.
To be continued…
B.A. Wilcox © 