Friday, June 17, 2011

Wet by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Quiver of skin

taking you
under a rainstorm

windshield wipers swishing

your warm lips on my neck

in the backseat of my mind
the feel of you
peppering me with the pain of pleasure

missing you now
in an open field
car stuck in mud

years compressed

leather of my boots
still shining
the lightning you struck.

Published in Black Lantern Publishing- November 2009

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