inception

the time had us slowly

its jaws widening to swallow our

tongue tied mouths



its body slithered around us

crushing us tenderly into each other...



we had

kisses for breakfast

in the belly of the monster



half a day lost or gained

in the body of discarded shame



disclosed nipples

revelation of curves

ushers no more nerves...



only the melted caress

of knowing

the barricaded ways of showing

that yes.



destined.

impaling.

on the stake of the mind.



...in the privacy

of my cabin

where bob is gossip...

and steve is a ghost,



the decathlon of sighs

not yet met the athletes of moaning



but the race is warming



tonight

my arms flop

the final dance of a fish

too long left outside the water.



fright now lives

inside her mind



the question drinks tea

and opens the eternal book of why



who could answer

or presume

the looming dream

that walks while we are waking

or sedating.



the songbird she once was

begins to sing again...



now she will not remember

the silence.