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

--   So whydja pick this spot

Lotsa college birds

--   Comon  Its a nice coffeehouse

Good coffee

I know you like good coffee

--   Not the birds

--   The birds as you say arent bad Gives ya something to look at when mulling an idea or slipping through an awkward pause in conversation

--   Cuz we have so many awkward pauses in our conversations

--   No Yes

Because often during our conversations I have to avert my eyes to confirm Im still on the planet Earth

Comon

            its takes you no time to slip its bonds  or bounce beyond its boundaries

--   Say  not bad  lotsa Bs

--   See

Youre like walking around outdoors with a colored helium balloon tied by a string

Its just good to get you inside so you just hang straight up in the air  Straight up  Directly overhead

--   So  you wanna tie me up

--   Yah I wanna tie you up  The fuck

I want to eliminate distractions  those things that somehow  however maudlin to me  attract you

--   Shiny

--   Im being serious Youre like a kid Everything you see is like the first time you ever saw it

--   And isnt it

--   Yes  It is  I agree  There

Though you make things very difficult

--   Maybe we could rummage up a Cone of Silence

--   Funny  I think in silence youd still find something to be distracted by

--   Im a child

--   Youll get no argument from me  You are a child

--

--   So  what have you been up to

--   The same old

Takin dicktation

Its become     effortless

I dont choke or gag like I used to

I dont have to be convinced to get on all fours and take it

--   Jesus Christ man  he said leaning in towards him  Woja shaddup

Look around

                     You want someone to overhear you  think youre a homo

--   Twothousandfifteen

Really

Homo

--   Im talkin to you  Nobodys more un-PC than you

The hell  I know youre yanking my chain

--   I am

he raised his voice

I do love dick

it sounded like a gunshot that no one wanted to know where it came from

those around them crouched squatted a bit in their chairs

then abruptly he scaled his voice back

in a breathy whisper

I love their horrified  wanting-to-know-more  looks

Their  curiously  tortured  expressions

Everyone 

                everyones a fuckin voyeur  eavesdropper  pejorative       petulant

And I lay that at the feet of social media heroes propaganda Reality TV  and the little tykes begging  pleading doggerel for smartphones because soandso and soandso has one

and their parents who should know better  submit  rationalising that a smartphone is security

a safeguard   a little peace of mind

                                                         because our fearmongering is so polished and pervasive that you cant go anywhere in the World without stepping in shit  and there aint a clean edge of a concrete curb left  to scrap it off on

  

--   Like I said  aint nobody can touch you when it comes to being un-PC

 

You been working on that for awhile

--   No

An old realisation

I try and keep my fingers crossed  remain hopeful

But I need to emote on occasion

You must be wearing your collar

--   Priest collar

--   Thats the one

--   I am

I absolve you of your emotion

--   Thank you

The coffees good  like you said

--   Well then  good . . .

he held up his caramel-stained ironstone mug to him 

                                                                              

                              . . . heres to you takin dick

--   Yes

To dick 

         

AM-ish,  Sunday,  16  2. 15

 2141,  Monday,  17  2. 15