Betsy
Sunday, September 11, 2011
i will do violence
sat up on the bed naked smoking and curious at the peace in your posture. the love making tender. authentic. real. the whispers. the secrets. the airiness wanes. the atmosphere thickens. slow and deliberate breaths. and i tense. the thoughts come, as they often do. of what i would do to anyone who touched tried to corrupt or disturb this nest. the violence ferociousness and tenderness of the thoughts make me lean forward. the muscles tensing, preparing. the memory in muscles, forearm tense and straighten the fist first two knuckles placed. straight. and a sigh brings me back from this place. you shuffle you legs. feel your weight move across as you adjust. i slide down. face in your hair. i will do violence for you.
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