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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, moths 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: Bs cock and As

vagina

Sticky
Mellifluous sweating together like a twisted cloth slowly squeezed

of water

Twisted

Outward, As limbs stretch and contort arm and leg over B like an

 aftermath

Impulse
Lascivious: As arm pulsing at Bs 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, Bs hand slips through the layers of air that overcast

the moth

High-five!
Cast-over, Bs 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, As leg pulses at Bs groin, tufts of hairs like

damp cotton

Fibrous
Luminescent: a smear across Bs hips: As vagina still wet and

sticking and

Mellifluous
Flowering Bs cock, knotty under As 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