Women

She stood there, expectantly with her dress on the floor beside her curling toes. Her eyes were dreaming of this moment, the time chasing her in front of her bare chest. The clock on the wall watched her unravel her hair, ticking quicker in anxious anticipation of the drop of a bra which fell like a feather from the ruffle of a dancing bird in spring. The bite of a lip, blood drawing to the surface and painting her lips. I remembered that lipstick and its stains on my pillow, ruby scarlet. Naked. Rain dripped down window pains the day time stopped. Her shoulders loose, her breasts fair, her pearl hidden beneath smooth skin that blushed pink. Silence rippled down my legs. The day i forgot man, and emptied my pockets of rationality and society and the sound of a mans eager grunt. The chant of a mechanic act that i so often entered with the ease of my hips. Her hips. The curve i could run my fingers down. Women and woman. Legs tangled, lips spread, letters florishing in my mouth to break the silence with words. I love you. Her. Women. She stood there. You. Love. Legs. Left. Right. Round. Gasp. Scream. Split. Nails. Back. Yes. There. There. There.