"Particles"

"Particles" 

Console there
between legs and fingers.
Taught arms to reach
but hesitation lingers.
Eyes
from the skies
to her thighs.
No surprise.
Taunted by temptation
and the ominous inclination
to one's physical interpretation
of a slew of slick talk.
That shit talk
where shit walks faster
than he did to the car.
Would've been the bar
just to ease some tension
but the promise was performance
and the utmost attention.

Wording.
Retention.
Phrasing.
Commission.
Flirting.
Contention.
Planning.
Ascension.

Stayed up late
til their lust was slaked.
Used to masturbate.
Now they navigate.
Now they plan their dates.
Moon mingles with the lake.
Left out late
so they park in the park.
Still really late
so they sit in the dark. 

Cumbersome skirt.
No underwear on.
Basketball shorts.
No underwear on.
Simple small talk
with the radio on.
Unspoken thoughts
through a few love songs. 

Tracing the past
with her legs crossed tight.
Reviewed her intent
and it all felt right.
Recalling their last.
His drawstring gripped tight.
Attentive to her nervous banter
as he reclines through the night. 

Console there
but there is no impedance.
No true barrier
to lend some credence
to what would behoove
the stall in the first move
to create a window
and fog up windows
to dip his chin low
and feel when she blows. 

No hesitation.
Just what was due.
Some drops. A few.
Some residue.
Some morsels left
among so few.
Remaining stains
that time maintains.
Evidence they've gained
of the mess they've made.
A strand.
A string.
Such flimsy things
shared in solitude.
Some memory. 

Just molecules between them. 

Nothing else. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz