OBSCENE / THE PAD OF his thumb pressed into the bone of her hip as if to leave his mark on this unexceptional world through her ( * THAT IS HOW WE WORK , isn't it , darling? you scratch my back , i scratch yours / MAKE SENSE of this world for me , i'll BURN it to the ground with your NAME on my tongue and your fingers at my THROAT ! ) until a laugh has one brow ascending at the defamatory sound and teeth relinquishing their POWER upon the pulse that runs through both their bodies .
THIS IS MY MOTHER TONGUE / the suspicious SILENCE that took him years to articulate without a WORTHY partner such as she , and how surreal an experience it is to have the dead language heard when it fails to leave his teeth . his eyes scatter towards the sound system , hips bucking from beneath her ( * YOU COULD KILL ME RIGHT NOW / do you know that i would let you ?DO YOU CARE? ) while his fingers seek purchase at the dark strands on the back of her head , as though to reign what makes him need her so ( * I COULDNEVERTAMEYOU / i wouldn't even try ) the pursuit of MEANING that sends him chasing her across continents for the one they give each other . ❝I LOVE THIS SONG .❞
NECK IS BARED / vulnerability worn only in the face of mutuality. she rocks backward, further away, thighs parted wider to adjust for balance, the movement all at once salacious and criminal, her pulse a visiblethundering in the blue webbing of her veins. fingers leave the dial, hand reaching past him to grip the headrest as glacial gaze returns to him, her voice swallowed in part by the music. ❝ i’maware. ❞ the response rolls forth with a knowingglance, mixed meaning acknowledged without the need to expound, tongue tracing the upper row of bared ivory. ( how long has it been since she has sighedinearnest / mouth open in soughtpleasures rather than taught ?sincerity paints a pretty picture on pale skin: flushed &fevered.)
she leans back in – close as shecan be, with her arm still trapped between them, intent to steal hissilence, too, in due time. ( dulcet tones are always sure to follow when she applies herself.) lips hover close to his ear, warm despite the november air circulating through the cracked windows of the parked car. ❝ not myfavorite sound, however. but i’m sure you’realsoaware. ❞
