By sarah iristakeroot@powerlynk.com
Date: 11 July 2000
fantasy: yellow plaster walls
my head leaned
against the yellow plaster wall
the musty smell of trapped water
surrounding me
my arm drapes over a knee
the other across the table
my legs thrown out in front of me
in careless fashion
the tips of my toes hanging
on to a single strap
of black sandal
my tea dripping with condensation
making a trail toward the floor
i let my pen hang languidly
from my lip which clings
to the blue plastic
i watch the back of your neck
from here
its ruddy color calling out for
an ice cube
i see my bare feet placing themselves
on the tarnished wooden floor
making their way toward your ruddy neck
and the ice cube
just recently placed in my mouth
your black tshirt clings to you
and the muscles of your lower back
as you shift on your stool
and my hands want to lay claim to that
part of your back that narrows
i see the muscles in your legs flexing as
you move your legs.....up.....then down.....
i can feel my hands moving across your calves
and up your thighs catching my nails on your
hair along the way, a little prick of pain
the more to kiss away
i'm inches from your ruddy neck
from catching my fingers along your legs.....
now if only i could move from this yellow
plaster wall...
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