her hand moved sensually down the
corner of the rough brick wall like a
pale octopus fingering the minute crags
elasticreaching curling
he
craved to be that wall
at its feet cast about were stones
they were brown tarnished grey
then they werentnot when he looked closer
they were crownsdomes of skulls
fragmented spoons and bowls splitjaws glaring eye sockets gulping sutures
when he looked
closer
what had he been looking atdistracted
her hand
her nimble fingers
her tendons sinuously
sliding under
her skin
ahhto be held in her arms hidden behind the wall pressed up against
her belly and breasts their thighs sighing
together
strange
that a hand should pit him against fever
then it retreated behind the wall
the sun was setting
he couldnt follow
he was lashed to a stake
0834, Monday, 17
4. 17
1251, Day-between-Two-Ts, 24 5.
17
1052, Saturday,
27 5. 17
David Bowie Lazarus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHoN3PpNGng
