sugared nudes

                         sounds   as delightful

as they appeared

he imagined them originally as powder sugared

                                                                               but they werent the dusty white
as when he used a sieve to powder his waffles

he hated syrup  and was nearly suspicious of people who used them

he was able to let that paranoia go

                                                                      then he thought sugar-coated nudes

but sugar-coated made him think of thin candy shells  M&Ms  chubby ovals

 

no shell could comport to their delicate curves swells or hollows

or their nonplused expressions

or their hard-edged long patience

they disturbed him like cemetery statuary 

and because of his sudden discomfort he had made them wait for better than three days

for three days every evening they stood in the corner of his bedroom    when he laid down they shushed to his bedside

                                      their white crystalline thighs nearly at his mattress

their sleek cleft mons pubis at the stroke of the back of his fingers if he dared   side by side

by side their ample hips and narrow waists  the gentle rungs of their ribs  rounded breasts  dabbed nipples  archery bows of their collarbones  long elegant throats and fine jaws

pursed lips

                   unmoved by whispers

frank clear eyes  intelligent brows

their hair worn back or deftly cropped  still  perfect  like pristine mountain swells of snow

they waited

patiently

he saw their sacrosanct beauty through closed eyelids

and trembled at the whiffs of their breaths from their nares on his bare skin

their skin and his seemed to communicate  roiling in octopi marmalade color

their illumination scribbling across the bedroom walls 

                                                                                        lifting the ceiling and throwing it off to one side and revealing them to the breathless black night and staring stars                                                                                                                       who werent shy

who likely had seen everything before or heard the Gospel  the searing Word of the Sun

 

this night three days later lying in bed he gasped shallowly and swallowed 

  

his spit caught in his throat    barely  he licked his lips

                  

as his tongue retreated back into his mouth it cried with an angelic sweetness  and seeing through closed eyes he saw that each of the nudes were no longer sugared perfectly

one besmirched  at the inside of her thigh  another at her throat  and the third at the side of her breast  faint fingerprints showing where he held them   to taste them

they were unashamed

he was unashamed

the taller of the three nearest the head of the bed whose breast was kissed dismissed the other two

       who retired to the corner where they waited for him   their movements heightened  arrested  by the black and white paroxysms of strobe lightning  stuttering back to the corner

and the taller  oblivious to their retreat   realigned her posture    revealing passion

raised a single hand to her kissed breast 

                                                                    her nipple piqued  warmed scent emanating from

her cleft   and gasped  akin to falling Autumn leaves

 

then her sugared palms at his chest at his belly

she straddled him

and penetrating her

                                 the stars gloating  coloured galaxies spinning

he might have imagined

a heaven

                  if it wasnt for the thrusting     the hunger            the perishing                 

 

 AM-ish,  between Saturday and Sunday, 14 – 15  2. 15                                                           1842,  Thursday,  19  2. 15