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The Hiss Quarterly Vol. 5 ~ Issue 1 Fourth Annual NC17 Issue Naughty Bits |
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Bed Time You bend down deep to kiss me while our son snores and smacks his own lips – the noise he sleeps in is a constant heartbeat of suck and grind – this is almost the blue of sleep, when the screaming baby finally quiet, closes his eyes I kiss you back too wetly while he smells like the lavender sweet of his bath where his precocious mind makes bubbles with balloons and farts into the water just to make me laugh. Our tongues make a tangle they normally reserve for words. We are a warm blue, a soft blue and this is either what they call love or just a dream we sometimes get to come back to. |
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When you called, I had almost forgotten you. The last night we made love, you fucked me up the ass and in the morning, it was climb aboard for the obligatory last encounter. I drove all the way from Las Cruces to Windsor tasting your sex all over me. I missed you already. By the time I realized you were never coming to Boston to get me, my mind started the slow unwinding of your instruments which still spun their metal thread around my deepest belly. You called in the middle of the night while I was six months pregnant and in love with a man who knew how to whip me with his belt without forcing me to crumble and cry – the way you did. He got it right. When he and I first met, he asked if I still had feelings for you. I didn’t answer honestly. On the phone, you sang me our song you’re just too good to be true can’t take my eyes off of you and I remembered back to the Blue Moon among all those trailers and the night you wanted to kiss me over the pool table and I didn’t get it and driving back in your old convertible beamer, standing up in the passenger seat and you pulled me down because you didn’t want me to hurt myself. Because back then, I loved to hurt myself and jump inside any romantic train wreck that came my way. |
