Zephyr Device

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Outside of our bedroom there are many things that cannot be said. That low groan you make and the "Oh fuck!" I say Are not fit for limp moments of cubicle frustration. When a computer freezes, it draws a sharp, exclamatory "Fuck!" Or a slow, shocked, look-at-the-shit-I-lost "Ohhhhhhh fuck!" The realness of an "Oh fuck" fuck that reverberates through the Rib cages of dark bedrooms acts a bug-zapping beacon For mothy men and women. We search for naked conversation that is stripped of pleasantries The talk that is communicated with a love handle grab And the poetry that rings out through the energy of a slap That shuts up chatty, people-person people And lures tired lovers into holding onto tired waking moments. Everyone works and hopes and begs and plans and sometimes Just falls into moments of physical speak, A sticky conversation that gives power to a hole and shaft, Makes memories out of a simple back and forth movement. What would be a simple act of coitus Is turned into a Frankenstein fuck Pulsing with electricity, Rising from the bed into the wilds of an autumn night. With the aid of a cadence, a call and response that is made of Involuntary calls and responses.

You force me upon you and yank sounds And previously unrecognized masculinity from my throat and insides. Your hands tie mine and I submit And give in to your heavy hands. Light-headed I gasp but it's not for air, I gasp because this loss of control feels familiar Blowing across the hairs of my armpits. My gasp is the first word, the opening shot and trumpet blast That starts our conversation. You answer with an open palm slap, And I push out a laugh-infused moan. You respond and we converse, back and forth, back and forth, And as moments slide by our insecurities rise And fall away from us, gray ashes from a fire. Over time body parts burn and we muster up Strength to scream back and forth We make new scents that smash dents into Catalogs of olfactory familiarity, You sweat with pride and your insides shift into function mode And help me slide and the communication rolls on. The real drive behind our momentum is the change of sides, The release of our daylight lives: You shed your "she" stresses The female weight of being underestimated And the load of domestic expected behavior Drops off your body like bubbles Rolling over mammary roller coasters, Drain bound. Your weight is stowed away in the beads of sweat That form on tiny hairs above the middle of your upper lip And moisture on the backs of your knees. Watching me crumble and crack under your teasing and kiss pecking and tongue inspecting And coating and washing brings smiles to your face, This change from slave to master happens faster Than proud men care to admit (or are able to admit) A single glance or lick can switch roles and responsibilities Set by everyone's family tree planters Back in days when cocks in pants Earned opportunistic men power and land. If you knew the feel of tits and blood You were left high and dry during prosperity floods.

She mumbles and sends long, wide word barges Down my ear canals...

She moves in close, her lips brush the fuzz On the bottom of my ear lobe...

Zephyr Device

"Departure"

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