Fizz
“You’re dating a slut,” I giggled against warm lips, swaying disconnected in the dance. Mind in another world, I sat back, hands shaking. Voice interrupted by breath. Savoring this touch. I scold myself for being such a nymph, sitting in the rain, leaf decorated and gasping with the throbbing veins. Rushed and silenced thoughts, clutching tight and never stopping, singing to you, mirroring your hand’s euphoria. Together like this. Maybe this glory is imagined, but I do not pause to dwell, do not let it rise up. Instead, I swell with you and perhaps you are helium I keep inhaling and my feet might not be reminded of gravity, of the sensation of tickling grass again. Instead this could be my only emotion. Sweet, full exodus and jovial ritual before twilight on wet mountain tops beneath trees, dew-covered like our bodies. Heaven held in each other’s gaze.
We create our own gods. Licked nectar off lips, heads thrown back, coupling, reaching, pushing in time. I am undone and we are the sky. Nothing exists here but us.
April
Spring imposes blooming nightmares shredding the ground with their colorful curving decorations. Glaring at picture perfect saint-like grace reviviscence with the grin of a hatter molding the soil, stagnated in a water that chokes like your hands and lips, your chest crushing mine and, shit, spring is here again. She is dripping in illusions and has bathed in a whore scent that burns the flesh in my nostrils and sucks all warmth from me. Who is going to resist the promise of a good fuck and what-the-hell-why-not walk away and let these foot prints flood and that awful drunken stink cover you completely so I can’t see.
Why not?
How I would love to rip the abominations she pulsates up and snuff out that smiling bright light that feeds them and leave blackness here where I have clawed into this filthy mush and begged for the chance to blow frost back across everything, freezing you right back
Here.
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Jamie Williams grew up in Oneonta, AL. She started writing at the age of 11, and her work is mostly inspired by fiery love gone awry. She loves reading, the outdoors, animals, Italian food, and rock music. She currently resides in Virginia with her children and cats.
