nearly full moon

we picked each other out

instinctively

through the glass boxes

and exhibits

a whip-crack laugh

and a staggering pause

to set things tumbling

we shifted the

others uncomfortably

rolling them away

behind dinosaurs

the swirl all around

faded

you and me 

at the eye of the storm

and you kept on 

pouring

and I kept on

drinking up

until the group

diminished

then the next hurdle

and the next

us, running

faster and faster

our breathing

thundering heavy

time- our enemy

plunging us through

tunnels, and dark 

endless roads 

street lamps

illuminating your face

til I’m standing in the 

blue night of your garden

the moon,

staining our bare skin,

stared on at us

like at how we

embraced in the car-

my voice shaky

as your hands drew

me in by my chin

fingers

painting lines

across my chest

and dancing under

my blood red dress

and now you’re

pushing me

against the wall

as I so sweetly 

requested

and then the sofa

and then the door

and then the bed

and you’re whispering in my ear

and I’m replying:

yes

yes

yes

looking up at you

I attempt to tip the balance

but under your

strong wrist grasp

I go nowhere

and everywhere

all at once

til later it is you 

who is making requests

and then I have you

by the back of your neck

before your lips

can even make out

the first ragged

word

the look in your 

eyes

begging:

‘please’

Reviews

[Stephen]

the descriptions in this poem are very interesting. Nice way to tell this story. Thanks for sharing

[Michael Wright]

awesome descriptive and well paced.