end of the world

“The Kiss” (1/30) – NaPoWriMo 2014

Her face arcs up
Meeting his mouth
Taking him unawares
Pushing him on the back foot
Hands sliding over his linen shirt
Fingers pressing into skin through thin fabric barriers
He responds
Unthinkingly
Mouth on autopilot
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.

She skips a beat
Here comes the drop
Surefooted now
He grabs her
Turns her around
They hit the wall
Flaking paint chips break her fall
He’s rough
She’s rougher
Biting back against his lovesick
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.

And she’s lust-sick
Soft hands tightening to fists on his lapels
Crumpled cotton
Dragging him down
And he holds himself up with fingers in her hair
A hand around her waist
Cupping her back
Pulling her arching into his
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.

Desperation grows
Tension mounts
Cracks show
He’s breathless now
And she’s moaning now
And how
Are they even still standing now
Pressed so tight
Arms locked
Hips flush
Feet dancing the unsteady fight
Of lovers versus gravity
They sway a torn-up
Three-way
Tango with the wall
Hard against her back
And he’s sharp against her mouth with
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.

She slows
Pulls him back below
The heights his mind had reached
He moves back
Lets her go
She leans against the wall
Dark hair
Dark eyes
Dark mouth
Marked by his burning
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.

01/04/14
© 2014 Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall

13.12.12

I don’t believe the world will end in eight days.
I really don’t.
But I still wish I could spend that day with you.
Just holding you.
Not afraid of the end.
Just happy in the knowledge that if it were the end that I would be with you.
I miss you.

13/12/2012
© 2014 Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall