Heavens apart

Yet joined by time

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He was thinking

That lies came to his lips

Faster than they used to

And he wondered

At what moment

He became this way

He was thinking

That he used to listen

For birds out the window

Try to identify them

By their chirp

Now he only hears 

The heater turning on

When he is staring at the wall

He was thinking

That it was all his thinking

That changed him

And he wondered

At what moment

He locked himself away

His smile never seemed

To touch his eyes

And so he went outside 

And shut his eyes

And waited

For the next bird

To fly by

Anticipation,

We had decided to wait for the night,

When we felt it to be most right.

In his car on our way to meet his family.

This would indeed be my first time,

Meeting his family that is...

(Hold on, we aren't there yet you dirty minds. I see you)

He looks over smiling at me.

He's never really seen me this dolled up.

A bit of makeup.

A bit of a push-up,

Some heels,

Figure flattering clothes.

I had a feeling this night might be the night where a sheer lace, royal blue matching set underneath would be, well, seen.

Nervousness washes over his face

As he uses his pants,

To dry his sweating palms.

It is this very motion,

That draws my attention to his pants,

And what is going on under them.

Building Up.

Let me tell you,

it is quite a bulge.

I turn away,

Trying to suppress my wicked grin,

But with little success.

So instead,

I redirect it,

Towards the window.

Getting Harder,

We make it through dinner,

Quite successfully I might add.

Though I must admit,

This whole time politely trying,

To get to know his mother,

My mind has been in a much naughtier state.

To Resist.

We are in the door of his apartment.

We make it to his bed.

Kissing,

Grabbing,

Touching,

Sighing,

Feeling,

Chuckling,

Pulsing,

Learning,

Wet,

Excited,

Memorizing,

Lost,

Eager,

Ready.

In the midst of these verbs we lose our clothes as we get completely lost in eachother.

Sweaty,

Beautiful,

Sincere,

Sweet,

Unpredictability.

He puts on a condom and slowly we begin.

It is quite a stretch but soon he is in.

Climax?

1 thrust,

2 thrust,

He came,

Now we're...

Done?

Resolution.

He blushes,

I smile,

We laugh,

We cuddle,

We love.

Whether or not it was actually my first time or losing my virginity, this was the first to me that it really meant anything.

Somehow I knew you before

in a cottage;

in tepid water;

in the absence,

waiting in

songs,

stories,

my own prayers,

and in dreams detailing

small snippets of the to-be

like clippings of newspaper.

I thought I’d lost you,

and I waded through hail

and quicksand,

trying to dig deeper,

but I hadn’t met you yet,

so when I started to remember

these sounds

sleeping in my mind

I knew I had to trek back.

Your voice plays,

like a record long saved, tucked away,

playing as it did the very first time;

each touch, a step

to a dance I always loved

but convinced myself I’d forgotten;

your smile, a comfort lost in childhood

somewhere,

a sun shining in my memories,

and I knew I recognized it.

You had to be ethereal.

Ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur.

He seduces me on Latin tongue and Turnarounds

Or Blackbirds,

Or whatever the kids are calling those pills now-a-days.

He calls them Aimies, just for tonight.

We consume

Lines from the nightstand Bible-

Little broken Aimies,

Tiny crippled Blackbirds.

He says he wants to make me come.

I'm thinking of going until his mouth traces,

A pedibus usque ad caput,

And I'm overrun with Amens.

He expends every drop

From canister,

To thigh,

To thigh,

And back again

Like he's doing whippets for the queen.

Hail Mary, shield your face...

There's blood on the sheets-

Little blood drops on the sheets.

One thousand fingers, veiled and humble

Search for warm places-

Sacred spaces

To ignite,

To rest.

"God, you're beautiful."

"Jesus, you're amazing."

And every word he says,

I think I should write down

For the nights when I'm less divine,

For the nights when I'm revolting.

Tomorrow is The Day of the Blessed Virgin.

Tomorrow, we won't lay communion in our mouths.

Tomorrow, we'll toast with Tabasco and tomato at the dawn of a Holy Day.

But tonight we'll fuck.

And like good Catholic boys

And sweet Catholic girls,

We'll make promises that will

Die in the sun.

Heroin drips from street lights

gunshots wound hotel signs

blood on wind burns my eyes

this city cries with pain

from a trillion lies

broken with no sign of life

every inch a pinprick

to make it out alive

with no place left to go

just enough strength to fade

into a pocket full of never.