-- slick

the touch of metal brushing skin

beautiful silky sheen

sweat and tears

he says i am loved

clasp of silver steel tin

throat encircled

one more part claimed

whisper of contact

fingers

breasts

heartbeat racing becase

he says i exist

someday i will believe that this

white-hot friction

caress

is not all there is to me

for now though

he touches me

and it feels slick

as if he is only

stroking the surface

of a depthless, empty pool

he says he sees it in my eyes

my love

my desire

and i can't find the words

to tell him that all he sees

is the dark water

waiting to drown him

sweet oily liquid

covering

claiming

and afterward i feel dirty

my speech matching my skin

the only word

that i can find to describe this

the feeling that saturates me


slick --