Saturday, January 1, 2011

#9 Where You Sleep

9. Where You Sleep

Last night she fell asleep in the middle of the road.
She wasn’t driving.
Her bed was in the middle of the road.
She was too tired to move it.

She had invited him over but assumed he wouldn’t come
When he crawled into the sheets next to her, like the erotic fantasies crawl across her mind when she smells his skin, she has no use for oxygen.

He presses against her like the wind presses the palm trees as a hurricane is approaching.

He is love vaporized.
He is passion visualized
He is her pulse in high definition

His exhale leaves a puzzle on her neck
One piece at a time
And he always retreats before she can see the full picture

She woke up in the middle of the road to the sunrise kissing her back
But not him
Maybe tomorrow she’ll take back her bed

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