CACOPHONY

I cover my ears
as he enters the room
slamming his eyelids.
He’s dressed.
His feet advance
chirping to the edge of the bed.
I shiver,
coiled on the pillow,
as the shadows of his hands
crackle over my face.
His fingers purr
their way to the sheets.
Now he gongs a smile.
Strident eyes.
Lips banging manly.
Clothes fall growling
to the floor.
His pupils thump the space.
I stop breathing.
I hear
a rusty squeak in my crotch
as blood loses control
and floods unwary veins.
I’m helpless.
Ready to jump,
his legs whistle,
his drool thuds.
Clanking buttocks.
Clinking thighs.
Armpits gargle.
Nipples creak
Cracking hairs slash the air.
Shadow splashes on the bed.
Deafening virility.
Shudders. Din.
My fingernails gnaw
the paint on the wall.
Shrill sweat clatters
down my chest.
Drumming. Roaring.
Clanging. Throbbing.
Rattling. Howling.
Beauty.
Mute, the light bulb shatters.
Surrender.

Ernesto Sarezale, 2000-2004
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