she was smallso very small butched hair long neck
when he touched her she trembled I’m not afraid
he took her at her word
he smelled her hair at its crown breathing her in he gently moved his face through
her hair down the side of her head
he paused watched her pulse beat in her neck
leaning into her his firmness against her bellyagainst her quickening
diaphragm he watched her pulse pick up
he put his nose to her ear to the basethe side of her skull deeply breathing
her in her soft fragrance babylike
I . . I’m . . . he placed his
lips on her jugular . . I’m not afraid
she didnt move
she leaned like a rabbit against
the wall perhaps imagining herself cornered
or invisible
her breaths massaged his cock
You have nothing to fear Youre very beautiful Do you know that
Am I?
Yes Very beautiful You should know that
he ran his thumb along her
collarbone
he slipped it under the wide
V-neck viscose sweater she wore rustcoloured
complimenting her auburn shag
he ran his left hand up her sleeved
arm buying slack in the sweater its bodice
she sighed high in her throat
he kissed her jugular then in one movement he slipped her sweater off her shoulder exposing her breast
she gasped
he cupped her warm breast in his
hand and gently nudged her erect nipple with his thumb
she breathed openmouth
he placed his mouth over hers inhaling
as she exhaled exhaling as she inhaled a
pollen exchange a dance of honeybees
their tongues hesitant serpents intertwined
her hand went to his jeansher hands went to his jeans Oh Christ she said into his mouth
he smiled over her mouth 501s buttonflies baby
as she went madly at his pant fly
he clutched and greedily lapped her breast sucked
bit her nipple
Christ! she threw her head back laughing
he bit harder
shifting realities
spun in a zoetrope
dancing on twelve polished
mirrors
flickering
madly
she escaped
he
didnt know see how
he held a pale blue wool sweater in his hands
he was hungry
opening the sweater he found broken
shell halves of seven brown eggs broken
yolks quivering whites
he let the sweater go slack in
his hands and forming a bowl with it he ate around the shells sucked them into
his mouth spat them out onto the ground a forest floor debris lichen rot
mushrooms small delicate flowering plants
small insects
small insects
he sucked the ruined eggs out the
wool and finished he flipped the sweater
over and wiped his face clean
he looked around he looked
up
treetops swayed in the wind they sounded like voices speaking in tongues he didnt recognise and couldnt
understand
after watching them for a while he didnt
see there was any reason to stay to wait
he wore boots
he spat in his palm and Huck Finn
style he slapped it with two finger watching in what direction the largest gob
flew
thats where he would walk
he followed the gob
it would be interesting
reality shifts
2132, Monday,
16 4. 18
incited
dreams (1221), Thursday, 19 4. 18
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