Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Sex
Alice
She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His… Continue Reading “Alice”
Vulnerability
Only through our vulnerabilities Can we speak of ourselves Where no genders build language Where no categories structure Your reaction to my voice….. My reaction to your voice. Either of us can be the words Slicing into the coolness Of our combined angers…..… Continue Reading “Vulnerability”
That’s Not The Intent
We walked the old trail Full of abandoned orchards Until we reached the dock. Smooth and new, sticking out Into the river Under an unfriendly sun. Others, on the dock …fishing with Umbrellas blocking the seeping heat, Their poles lying at their feet. Nothing… Continue Reading “That’s Not The Intent”
Perspiring Happens!
Funny, how many armpits there are Floating around. Most stay in their place. Every now and then One intrudes upon your space Making it difficult to concentrate Giving you the feeling that you need to escape Running to where the air is fresher….. … Continue Reading “Perspiring Happens!”
Faded Blouse
We take the blouse (Forbidden by mothers Unknown by fathers) From out our school backpacks Hurriedly Tucking our slimness, Or the semblance of slimness Into the new shell Over naïve shoulders Behind the large shade of the neglected tree In case someone’s looking… Continue Reading “Faded Blouse”
Witching
Our intimacy is a witch It casts a desire—which Moves me to no words Immobilizes me into A multiple oneness, To stillness, which yearns for… The witch of our movement
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