over the cliff (24)

the minutes dissolve and flow,

each second fat and slow

in the naked immediacy of now.

his breath dampens her hair

like morning dew on summer grass,

his hand adoring the silk of her ass.

her legs open wide slowly

as his fingers glide up her thighs

and touch the place where the ace

of hearts fills out

the royal flush she desires.

he’s dealing a winning hand.

they rhyme and they pulse,

their hunger devours the days,

the years, their lives, erased.

she flutters and quakes, and the throb

robs the light, the job that she’s lost, forgotten,

the ugly stares that surely await, displaced.

are you close, are you close?

can you hold back? she implores, 

as he explores how close he can get.

i’m not there yet, I can go more,

she clenches, releases, and her waves

break on her shore. she rolls off

him quickly, leaves his erect penis

alone in the air. I wasn’t close he moans,

I want to stay inside you for more.

shut up Henry, I’ll please you now,

and takes him into her mouth

and he comes so fast and hard,

that he feels it in his hair.

Was that so bad? 

I helped you keep your promise.

No, sweet jesus, no. I think

I’m half way to heaven.

She says, you are. -I’m what?

On your way to heaven, ‘cuz

I’m on my way too. He says,

want to get all the way there?

Pretty sure I’m gonna make it, lover man.

Pretty sure? Yeah. pretty sure.

What if I do this? and this?

Ruthie flies again, with no wings or harps,

her fingers comb blindly through his hair,

grab his ears, then with arching back

and teeth clenched urgency

she falls back to earth

but still floats in the air.

they lie quietly, entwined,

two bodies proclaiming,

my beloved……now discovered.