to share with you the dull droning,
to show you the potential for clip.
I made you come to me,
and you did: repeatedly.
You lay your sick mouth against mine
and the sad slow moments passed between us
like two tug boats in an empty harbor,
In waiting I tormented myself constantly,
like a deep pond stirs in a storm
stretching out luridly
lapping at my own shores
waiting for you as if
you were the lightning strike.
and you were.
You slashed into me deeply, splitting the curtain
crashing to the core.
Illuminating the insides thoroughly
I grasped desperately at the electricity
as it passed between us
and then you were gone again
with my surface still quivering
and all the fish dead.