Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Something fast

The clothing comes off
bodies thrash between the sheets
tetris positioning
for maximum sensation
It’s over
So empty
a yawing abyss of loneliness
In those long-ago flurries of
horizontal aerobics
Meaningless moments
of friction

(Today's NaPo prompt: write a poem in five minutes about 'something fast'.)

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