“Oh, no I couldn’t!” She cuts me off, sliding closer to me on the couch. Growling,
“Please,,” Saying, “,you must
call me Miss.” A pause, then a smile,, but I can’t see any teeth.
Dread barrels through my heart like a flock of wild, vicious vultures caw cawing, saying, scratching, that nothing will stop this, not sedation or holy water. I think about screaming but the phantasy fades
right when I was going to so instead I gasp. “Miss, I can’t breathe!” //Struck by the
sensation of drowning.
That’s when she kisses me, & I can’t figure out why. Her tongue flicks around mine in time to rhythm’s seduction. //She tastes like anticipation & when I make a surprised little noise
grabs me by the base of my skull, taking the opportunity
to snake that wicked tongue through the space between my teeth.
“No, please Miss–” I pull away.
“No. Call me ma’am.” It demands, keeping me close with soft, wandering hands.
“Why??” //// So she says, ,,
“Oh baby, I’m nothing you can kill, mend or befriend.
So lay back now & don’t try to understand.”
!!! // I’m
brought to the height of Everest. Past,
a rocketeer took off towards the stars!
only the kiss of
Curiosity leading me
on the edge of
where “we” are.