love bights

long days alone
nothing but the flicker of a muted television she lay on
the couch and made up her own dialogue, her own words
playing them out in different ways

trying on anger with a splash of jealous rage to make
her shimmer and sway her way thru the day

pulling humour over her eyes like a cloud
shadows form under eyelids
bright light and contrasting speckles
static
dust
darkness

tear soaked pillow that bore witness
held above her
covering eyes from offending light

no ear lids to cover up the incessant chatter of the world outside

a crackle of noise always around, the fridge hums,
stomach rumbles, both full with the thought of food

restless in her day, she waits
for the familiar smell and tastes that her lover will
bring back from the world

floating to bed
wrapping herself in a touch of leather, face resting on
palm awaiting the return of her lover from another
people stained day smudged with others smells thoughts

to be washed down

stripped bare

goose bumped in expectation

her lover reclining
a wicked strap dangling from her mouth

no flower for this one

stripped down and back to reveal the raw red mark of
love tender and tingling

she leaned into her lovers thighs and breathed

she hums and her lovers skin glistens
the taste of blood touched her lips
arched to soak it in
to draw her down
seeping red amongst the pearly white
she sank her teeth in deep into her lover's thighs

nights were made for this

ratty