Vignette XII

Sweetly crushed numb lips.
Beads of sweat
find one another and fuse.
Creating the scent of sex.
Eyes roll to the back..of the head.
The crescendo comes.
Unnecessary sheets lie on the floor.
The composer scores
the scene with a mixture
of sighs, cries, and screams.
And she finds her dreams
under the weight of his body.


      Kimberly Keck

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