She woke up next me

The smell of gasoline was soaked into her ivory skin

She was soft and her voice was young

My Adam’s apple was split in half and I was speechless

I could feel a warm ooze between my legs

Half way down my shaft and halfway down my back

 

She smelled of dirt

Of wet sex

And dogs out in the city summer rain

She smelled wasted

Round and forgiven

And like last night’s butter

 

I couldn’t turn to look at her

But I knew her voice

I knew the texture of her long blonde hair

And the way her eyebrows curved around her eyes

 

I couldn’t remember what happened the night before

Or the morning after

I couldn’t remember who I made love to

And who I last fucked

 

The gasoline scent now taking over all my senses

Making my nose burn with pleasure

Making my hands tremble with guilt

Making my toes itch and my fingers frozen

Making my ears deaf and mouth dry

 

I remember her sitting up

Scratching my back and digging her nails into my skin

Reaching around and pinching my red nipples

Grabbing at my knees and pushing them towards my chest

Making me lay in the fetal position

As she scored and threw me about

 

The gasoline now mixing with my seed

I don’t know what I’ll do in emptiness

I don’t know what music to listen too

I don’t know what weapon to use

And I don’t know which direction to take

And I don’t know who left the door open

Or whose soiled panties are around my neck -

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

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