sexuality

• I remember yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot
• Pictures flickering over lifting flesh
• Something could be exchanged, we thought, some deal made, some trade off, we still had our bodies. That was our fantasy.
• I hunger to commit the act of touch
• The plump shapes of bulbs held in the hands, fullness, the dry rustle of seeds
• She was then a woman who might bend the rules. But what did I have, to trade?
• I’ve read your file. As far as I’m concerned, this is like a business transaction.
• worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips
• tanned skin, mist in the sun, filmed with smoke. I sigh, inhaling
• he sees my eyes and I see his, and he blushes
• If they think of a kiss they must immediately think of the floodlights going on, the rifle shots
• I move my hips a little… its like thumbing your nose from behind a fence or teasing a dog with a bone held out of reach…I enjoy the power- the power of a dog bone, passive but there
• They wore blouses with buttons down the front which suggested the possibilities of the word undone
• They wear lipstick, red, outlining the damp cavities of their mouths, like scrawls on a washroom wall, of the time before
• To be seen- to be seen- is to be- her voice trembled- penetrated.
• we are secret, forbidden, we excite them
• The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there’s no other kind of love in this room now.
• oiling themselves like roast meat on a spit
• He liked to choose what kind of meat we were going to eat during the week…he wasn’t being a jerk, studies had been done
• I feel my shoe soften, blood flows into it, it grows warm, it becomes a skin.
• Buttered, I lie on my single bed
• We too need our orgies
• Trying to get rid of it is like trying to stamp out mice
• He kissed me then, as if now Id said that, things could get back to normal
• the Venus de Milo, in a black-and-white photo, with a moustache and a black brassiere
• The meat market
• her stud farm
• he knows why I’m here. To get knocked up, to get in trouble, up the pole.
• I get paid, you get laid, I rhyme in my head.