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Fucking and Ambient Interruptions

Letís make a pact,
 
Right here
And
Right now.
 
Donít tell me what you like,
 
Iíll return the favor.
 
Itís such a little
Hole
In the wall
Spot,
Feels like itís
Just
Ours
 
The waiterís broken
English,
Mouth full of
Discordant
Teeth,
Landed here
From
Third world
Parts
Unknown,
And what
A smile,
 
So grateful,
So gracious
 
The intangible jua
De vivre
Of imminent
Eroticism
Surrounds
Us, its
Vapours
Rising in wisps and
Eddies,
Which tangle,
Where
We touch,
 
Unintentionally,
At first,
And then,
With full
Intent
 
A child pushes around cold peas, two
Tables over,
Whining
About a promise of
Pizza,
Unfulfilled
 
Our texts were knives and
Forks,
Fencing,
Long
Before, we put
This
Together,
This
Want
And what
It portends
 
And
Later,
We jump off the
Deep
End,
Of
Slow
Oscillating
Rhythms
 
Sheís slick
And searing,
Iím tense
In her
Lancing
Swim
 
"The bored receptionistís
Pimples resembled
Orion,Ē I said, just
Then, remembering
 
Sheíd recognized us
From two months
Prior,
She hands the door
Card
Over,
All
Low key,
With conspiratorial
Gravity
 
And prior to
This,
We hardly knew
More
Than each
Others
Names,
Perhaps itís best,
This way,
To sheer it all
Away,
Toward familiarity
 
A neighborís dog is
Baying
At heat
Shimmers
On the asphalt
 
We gather here
To musk and
Devour,
With nothing
Mundane
Between us
 
Touching
Names, as a
Perfunctory,
So that we can
Climb,
Into each other
 
My roommateís
Mother
Spills
From an
Urn, as the walls
Shudder
 
We use the dust
Pan to piece
Her back
Together
 
Heís livid and
Envious,
 
I give a shit
 
Your body is a
Triptych,
I spread and
Puzzle
Over
 
I part your
Clothes,
Just pulled
Aside,
To pass
Through
 
Pudgy fingers
Burrow
Noisily,
In a popcorn
Bucket,
Two aisles
Back
 
I tell you the things
I will speak,
Only,
To a lover,
 
That I do not want your
Pleasure
 
I want
Nothing
Pleasant
To transpire,
Between us
 
Everything
Meaningful
Bitten off,
To maintain
A feasible accord
 
I want none of this
Fucking
Conceited
Discretion,
Iím so often,
Standing,
Gazing across,
Looking at
A mile
Of blank faces
 
A couple of cocked
Diesel
Oinkers
Shine
Flashlights
Into the car,
Shoulders
Thick
With brolic,
Boorish
Entitlement
 
Lover,
I want your suffering,
Discomfort,
I want your aching
Open
Stink
Of sweat
 
Musty closet
In your motherís
House,
Smells of linens
And
Piss from that
Chicken shit
Dog,
Overhead light
Bulb
Swaying as it
Bangs
My head,
 
And I,
Could give a shit
 
Your fingernails
Are fangs
In my thigh,
My hand on the back
Of your
Neck
 
Thereís a lot of
Yawning
Night,
Languidly
Stretched,
All
Black,
All along
A quiet piece
Of Interstate
85
 
Thereís a lot
Of discreet
Miles,
Between us,
And everyone,
Who pokes their
Beaks,
Into our privacy
 
Lover,
Give me everything,
For an hour,
I own you,
Every last inch
Of you
Is mine
 
Trembling
Posture,
Undignified
Grunts,
Unintelligibly
Demanding to be
Fucked,
Laughing in some
Stupid
Breathy moment,
Throat between my
Fingers,
Tell me you
Love me,
With teeth,
In my shoulder
 
Yokels at the five and
Dime, yuck at
My city
Accent
And I canít believe,
My ears
And
Eyes
 
Georgia,
Still
Holding
These little
Monuments,
To a rustic past
 
Lover,
I want to be
Dashed
Upon your stony
Skeleton
 
Panic
Stricken
By the animal
Power of your
Hips, bucking with
Frightening
Force of
Abandon
 
The flashlight you
Hold, as I lay in the
Coarse
Gravel,
Switching over to the
Spare,
Is like the
Last
Remaining
Beacon
On earth,
 
And it holds
Us
In it's
Sheer
Corridor
And the tires hold us
Up
 
I want the fuck words you
Whisper,
When your fingers
Are playing
The organ
And I want them
Shouted,
To a hoarse
Whisper
 
And fuck the neighbors,
Banging on the
Ceiling,
Who wished
They lived,
For five minutes
As we lived,
For heady
Tangents of
Hours
 
I want the
Broken
Beneath
Your milk
White
Daily
Mask
 
Your lips
Pressed into my
Hot
Hands
 
I want to
Dig
My way
Into the central
Mass
Of the
Cancer,
Your long
Concealed
Madness,
Has become
 
You don't bullshit me.
 
I return the favor.
 
I want to fuck your
Wounds
Clean,
On your terms
 
You lean back
Against me,
My arms
Around your waist,
At your sister
In laws
Country
Estate,
 
Fireworks
Set the night
Ablaze
 
Colored
Lights,
Reflect
Off your
Upturned
Face
 
Your hunger is
Throwing
Off
Heat,
I can
Feel
 
Itís about three
Hours
Back
To my
Place
 
Conquer.
Surrender.
Give me your
Agony,
Threadbare,
In ragged collisions
 
And
Later,
While Iím
Knackered,
Youíll clean every
Inch
Of my apartment,
Til it
Gleams,
In the morning sun
 
We fuck
And then,
You
Make love,
 
And you donít ask
For anything
 
..
 
Fucking and Ambient Interruptions
By
Daniel Christensen
DanielChristensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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