That’s the spirit

There’s no one to adore it. Too hard-shelled and prickly, I guess. Transgressions bought and paid for. Still, there are soft surfaces of want. In the shower, (hotter, hotter), there’s that brain stem shiver. White-eyed, photogenic as an actor’s orgasm.


the pact

Don’t worry, baby. It’s a long while yet (He said) Would you rather it be sudden, or protracted and storied? Either way, I’ll oblige. Dignity. Yes we must have it. No blubbering, quivering, or hand holding. Just close the door. Snick the lock. I’ll set an alarm.