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PANTING LIKE BEASTS

10/19/2013

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by C.M. Stassel

        His callous hands skim the small of her back.  Like shards of 
glass her shoulder blades stick.  Like dunes of sand her skin is smooth.  Like the open space of an unlatched door her legs spread.  She arches her back and slides into the nude.  He traces the tip of his nose from her belly button down to where he needs to be; to where he wants to be.  Her smell, it’s been stuck in the wind following him around.  
       His whiskers on her legs.  Her toes digging into his broken ribs.  
He won’t stop until she’s ready.  She won’t know because she’s 
never been there before.  An addict’s tick - her hands spring to 
cover her nipples, caressing her breasts.  Chin to the sky - the high.
     The man who smells of the ocean crawls forward for her lips.  
Now, she uses her tongue.  She takes control slowly guiding him 
inside her.  She claws his wooden stomach commanding him to 
never stop.  He throws his weight powerfully.  Their noises shake 
the room as they exhale every shred of truth they share between 
them. 
     His teeth grind on the skin of her neck – he’s looking for blood.  
She’s already found hers. A single drop slides down the orb of his 
freckled shoulder.  They are locked together.  They would choose 
to stay locked forever but they can’t choose.  There are no choices 
being made.  She finally finds the key and it’s over.  It never lasts 
forever. 
       Panting like beasts they lay side by side on their backs.  
Glistening with sweat.  He places his hand on her stomach and 
squeezes.  She holds his giant hand. 
   In silence a cigarette is flicked to life.  It’s three o’clock in the 
afternoon. They won’t have dinner together – or breakfast.  But, in 
between those meals, he’ll be back.  One day he hopes she gives 
him a reason to stay forever.  She’s the closest thing to love he’s 


ever found and lost. 

 

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