It Was Like Diving Into A Swimming Pool and Coming Up Dry And in my search for what? I threw myself into the pool - the pull of the city mastering the mediums the studied jargon the stilted conversations the heated, capricious liaisons the nocturnal forays floundering in the drunken jungles. And how many night classes released me into the cold desolation of the street. And yet the day broke again bright and so dense and still nothing made sense.
Wrestling in the Nude with My Father
Breast to Breast he pulls me in, I break from the control of his heavy paternal hands- the smell of his sweat a familial coat of arms I want to win but need to lose for what can I gain? Another King Lear on the mat- my foot planted on his mottled face upright to the supine there is no victory to be had this time.
And how she bloomed her hair fell on her shoulders with luxuriant abundance. Her lips full red and inviting. Framed by the enigmatic darkness her teeth flashed white. Her breasts full barely contained. A body of curves nothing obscured but defined. All this as life fattened her up before the kill.
A Nurse's White Scrubs
So blatant before the shift. Not even off-white. The pristine, virgin surface, flawless- blissful ignorant of stains. The subtle saturation of sweat waiting in the wings collecting in her pits the flat plains will soon tire to wrinkles crispness jaded by the press of all this flesh Again- it becomes your second skin.
From our years together I knew that she would look at him. The graceful fall of his Prince Valiant locks, the outline of his muscular calves, through the thin veil of linen pants. From across the aisle my eyes met hers our articulate mute conversation I asking and she so casually: "Nice, but I got you."
