I hadn't seen her in months. 

Long winter months that harboured and fueled a tangibly violent urge to fuck, in both of us. 

When I arrived she was clad only in briefs and brassiere. 

Our mouths collide. 

Without the room or need for speak she bent herself over the nearest sofa, face down, and pulled aside the flimsy cloth. 

An immediate desire, invitation enough. 

I return her warmth with rock. 

Reefing on her precious little tits I barrel into her on a maddened crusade. 

Not one of mutual bliss, but in search of a savagely shared ecstasy. 

Sometimes, it's all about the knowing.

choice cuts #22...

The Golden Path
by
the chemical bros & the flaming lips

Sometimes I lay in bed wondering what could have been if I'd chosen certain other paths in life, if I'd reacted differently in certain situations, if I'd tried more completely, or behaved more honestly, or loved more openly, more deeply. I lay awake sometimes and apologise into thin air. This song runs through the temporal lobe at such times, and finds me wanting. 

.................

the late winter sky tonight offers a clarity unobtainable to the meddled state of my mind

a solitary thought pushed out upon frosty breath mingles with the stars, a last gasp attempt to find

a truth to my answer, an answer in my truth

a way in which to justify this conscience subdued.

art: Lena V
words: bhp