Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 26, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

11-26-05 saturday 12:07am

he said nothing with words. just in the way his eyes sprinted away from. and how flesh felt against. as do all. all open doors with invisible force fields guarding them. or else just planets looking much closer than they are when viewed through telescoping hearts.

i choked on the kiss. it stuck in my throat. too excited to chew. i just swallowed it whole.

we parted without a flourish as most lives do. just the blunt of the stick as it smacks into its target. a bruise. a bump. a fracture. whatever. it all heals. in one way or another. cloaked in the time we let happen to us.

i tried not to wear it. unzipped that skin right down the center. but even as the costume puddled at my feet, still i was worn by it.

or there were too many other layers between us.

even if we never could've been. that doesn't mean i don't still wait.