The Living Daylights
Death is where we usually do this.
A decision deemed prudent enough
to say "screw it"
should we screw things up
and want to keep going.
The dark sees it all,
after all.
All knowing but showing no signs.
Not a trace
of us stumbling over each other
and mumbling under the hovering tension.
Detail and dimension mean very little.
I don't need to see that tremble
informed as much by desire
as it is by this mutual ire
so gross and grim
that we only take advantage of
when things are beyond dim.
No grin when I grip your hips
and reach down
to drive a rift between
Leer and Revulsion
with practiced repulsion
at the sight of a frustration
that I fondle fervently
to force out those words
you love to fling my way
until your mouth is full of a malice
thick, meaty and rough
to shut you up long enough
to make a mess of things.
Window reflection would disclose
the violence that we chose
but seldom when the day
has already begun.
We wouldn't dare under the sun.
Even somewhat soon
for us to ravage beneath the moon
but at least we can hide from that glare.
Me sitting here.
Stewing.
You laying there.
Chewing at your lip.
One trip though memories
we've convinced ourselves were loathsome
still holds much sway
evidently.
Slid from the edge to stand over me.
Face contorted in derision
then a measured shift in vision
upon me fitting like an incision
deep inside
watching you ride me through the anger.
Oh the danger we'd attract
under the attack of refraction....
The dirty deeds one would detect
should we fall victim to reflection....
Even recollection is a push
under unencumbered visibility
as onlookers would quizzically
decipher such loose displacement.
Your place is here
where I've positioned you.
Away from view as stated.
My place is there
with your hands in my hair
somewhere between fond and frustrated.
Whether or not to stop debated
about as long as blinks can measure.
Should the dawn ever reach us
in our effort against one's pride,
it very well may teach us
about the reasons why we hide....
..... I'd sooner die.
Devin Joseph Metz
9.18.21
