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He and SHE


In the beginning SHE tempted him & tried his soul to its very limits

Her body an exhibit till SHE, offered up swollen mounds & curvy

cakes. HE dined on her body & all HE did was take.

SHE was happy because, now SHE won him, and HE took notice of

her; SHE was occupied with glee. So joyous until…her ego needed to

feed again; another victory to fend. HE was not aware so soon.

In time SHE was gone more often than not; his pot still on the stove

over heat, scorching him…hot, still unable to see her kettle

hop scotching uh top the eye’s stove: laughing, playing & fuckin’

away. Where has SHE gone? Why is this house closing in on him

claustrophobic-like? Moved away, secluded from family, out of

Town to rome, waiting for his nymph bone. He doesn’t know where to

look; Where to bait his hook. HE’s hearing showers at 3 a.m... HE’s

waking up to an empty bed, HE questions her with no reply. SHE will

reluctantly tell lie after lie; then “I no longer need you, nor want you”.

HE grovels, WHY? Astonished…shocked as confusion sweeps in. HE

feels pain throughout. His only livelihood, standing on tiptoes

blurting insults & the like; SHE offers that he may stay the night.

SHE slips in that soft bed & dozes, problem-free, but HE still stares &

eyes the hair down on the nape of her neck; the limbs HE used to

peck & her delicate back. Clicks of love/hate protrude his severely

aching head; wet salt falls from his eyes, and drenches their

cases, an intense shake. Lumps of fear in his throat all the while

HE watches her curves toss & turn. His forehead sweatin’ from: the

burn of seriousness; waiting for an April Fool’s joke, but honey…its’

June. HE’s a stiff corpse fluttering his long lashes, surveying her from

head to toe. SHE doesn’t feel eyes, but dreams of naked rendezvous

with the other, meanwhile HE can’t breathe, and HE starts to twiddle

and twitch beneath the sheet. HE claws on hair, SHE’s unaware.

The claws turn to grabs & SHE awakens with a yelp. HE cups wire

fingers across once luscious lips, turns her by hips, and flips her face

to face; his heart starts to race. SHE deeply gouges his wrists skin. His

forearms, cement; the bed sheets, wet. HE takes a long & steady look,

then transfixes on eyes that at once time had him hooked. All HE sees

is someone unfamiliar to him...alien. HE can’t contain the swelling of

insane, the looked of deranged. His right hand goes from mouth to

the back of her head; his left balances him on the bed. Her last view

is, a silk pillow. No more words spoke from the two, and pressure

from cement forearms, increase on her head, into the silk pillow of

dread. SHE fights till SHE’s exasperated; eventually SHE’s deceased.


HE packs up the next morning, and then leaves in PEACE.