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Incurred/Deterred:  The Institution of A— & B—

 

Suffocative Stagnant, air patchy with cigarette smoke — thick with smells and

fluids

Private Private little ozone lit gloss-gray from the dawn, the smoke, the

window

Closed Closed off from outside in, in  a sleazy hotel room the walls move

inward

Palm-like Possession, moth’s hovering motion moves its peripheral patch

of air

Circular Separate and moving the way a damp rag smears grime, its gray flight

boundary

Clothed Bodily — air layered in smoke and smells rising from the adulterers’

bed

Private Vacuous, adulterers A— & B— wake to the periphery circling

about the moth

Compression Weightily, bed of A— & B— old and boxless bellies in like a

hammock

Bodily Twisting, insides of adulterers A— & B— squeezed dry like

knotted cloth

Strained Pinkish and worked into obedient submission: B—’s cock and A—’s

vagina

Sticky Mellifluous — sweating together like a twisted cloth slowly squeezed

of water

Twisted Outward, A—’s limbs stretch and contort arm and leg over B— like an

aftermath

Impulse Lascivious: A—’s arm pulsing at B—’s chest and wristed across

his throat

Suffocative Embodiment: B— having explored inside of A— for hours without

emission

Repetitive Eyesore, patch of circling air — to the tiny moth that moves it

from within

Palm-like Deftly, B—’s hand slips through the layers of air that overcast

the moth

High-five! Cast-over, B—’s palm enfolds the moth and brings it back in a

tight fist

Tighter Bodily, yet the moth somewhere unlocated/protected within a furry

outer skeleton

Possessed Bodily pressed together, A—& B— anticipating the sound of a

cracking shell

Compressing Weightily, A—’s leg pulses at B—’s groin, tufts of hairs like

damp cotton

Fibrous Luminescent: a smear across B—’s hips: A—’s vagina still wet and

sticking and

Mellifluous Flowering B—’s cock, knotty under A—’s thigh just like a garden

hose fills

Unraveling Compressive — bodies pressing like two palms; insides squeezed dry

and empty

Relaxing Forgotten moth slips out free in the smoky air, wings heavy with

palm-sweat

Falling …. Weightily, moth flutters toward the glossy gray dawn, now climbs like a

condor

Forgotten Window — glass clouded like a palm closes in enfolding the moth in

gray light.

 

 

 

                                                                                           --- Chris Custer