by sweetpea ©
He speaks chinese;
we disengage legs, flat arms
removing and revolving
wet nipples slipping on tongues
twisted;
the truth dissolving between the flesh of our stomachs.
I'm speaking
english;
observing failure occuring in the folds of skin
where my eyes meet your spine
and the warm, soft places we met and hid; hide and connect.
Language
crumbles under the weight
of two bodies locked;
desperate magnets
inside and under,underneath and around.
Friction fights function,
the repitition of slavery,
all systems failed in April.
You put your
universe
in my mouth
and I gladly sucked every drop,
but we were too smooth and cool
to find the truth
obscured in breasts and smiles.
Goodbyes
exchanged in darkness and sheets
ending as it started;
the domination and submission connecting us,
then driving us apart.
My core exploded
ten thousand times
in our five years;
My open legs begged you
but the language barrier and culture shock
watched us fuck and struggle
until words flew out the window.
I was never more naked than when I said goodbye.