Monday, August 11, 2025

That goodnight March 19, 2015

 

 

I don’t recall what shape she was in at that moment when it all expired, her face invisible to me when it is her expression I ached to see, at that moment, when she came undone, like a flower wilting in the head of it, pedals unfolding as to escape their deepest secrets, and I, my face buried in the space between, that moment when she let it all come loose, I heard it, felt it, the long shudder and the following sighs, the passion vibrating up from between her thighs, the moment of moments, I might have treasured had I not missed seeing her face, her lips, her eyes when it occurred, as if missing an earthquake, forced to live with the aftermath, the pat on my shoulder, the thankfulness and then, goodnight.


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