On The Other Hand

Untitled-1Perhaps instead, you come bearing other burdens accrued over a lifetime of seismic events. With a pulse like a warzone, and a tic at the corner of your eye. Torn between a craving for sanctuary and bloodrush of the precipice. A smile that isn’t and a throat dry as doubt.

You can leave your sentences unfinished, not because I know what you’re going to say, but because I trust time to ripen them. One day at  dawn, they’ll give up their bitter juices and stain my skin. I’ll press my face into the palm of your hand and scream obscenities. I’ll rub my lips raw against the bristle of your beard and bleed against your lips. Bruise myself against your hips. Weep into your hair. Leave the crescent moon lines of my fingernails on your ass cheeks when I drink you down.

I’ll leave my blood on your sheets and strands of dark hair caught up in your fingers. You will invade me with words, core me with belligerent intentions and wound me carelessly. I’ll call you a cunt, curse your mother and then forgive you and come against your thigh. I’ll throw books at you and miss. We will fight on bridges, fuck in alleyways, trade cruelties and be ashamed. You will turn me from human to animal and back again in an afternoon.

My mouth will flood when I think of you. I won’t be able to tell my cunt from my heart. And I’ll never find a way to forget your name. That’s what I want.

 

 

  7 comments for “On The Other Hand

  1. Laura
    January 12, 2014 at 7:58 pm

    Moving. Love the last paragraph.

    Thank you.

  2. TFP
    January 12, 2014 at 8:30 pm

    “That’s what I want.”

    I see this as a raw description of expectations, the search, and motivation to continue breathing.

    • January 12, 2014 at 9:05 pm

      Well, I was hoping it was a binary of the last piece.

  3. January 17, 2014 at 10:33 pm

    your metaphors for rawness and tenderness are super-effective. almost makes me cringe to think of my insides turned out.

    One note, “tick” with a “k” is an bloodsucking parasitic arachnid– “tic” without a “k” is repetitive muscle twitch.

  4. masked man
    March 13, 2014 at 5:58 am

    Reads like an irresistable invitation to dance, sexy as hell. But maybe also I like it as something that stirs me to follow my spirit, to dance with myself as other, as you are dancing with yourself as other, no? Ah, it must be fun to seduce in this way, and even better to collide with the likes of you or your alter ego!

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