Falling

I had forgotten. This absence as presence. The thought of you wrapped around me, played between fingers, slid between thighs. I had forgotten the breathing walls, the arching into darkness, the reaching for- You. I had forgotten. And now. Your name on my lips, heavy. Falling. Snakes under my skin and yours grasped tight. Clay and thumbs pressed hard.Continue reading “Falling”

Every single time

The first time I come. It doesn’t feel like fireworks. It feels like breaking into a run. That moment when muscles coil, prepare. And suddenly there is a hand pressing at your lower back, propelling you forward. You go from heavy to light in an instant, you’re sprinting, feet barely touching the ground. Everything rushes by,Continue reading “Every single time”

When I am here

From: Maggie Valentine <mvalentine@gmail.com> Subject: You Date: 27 March 2010 00:46:00 AM AEDT To: mackben@gmail.com _________________________________________________________________________________________________ You pulsate through even the question of what to have for dinner. You are trapped deep in my nerve, Mack. You have spread under the surface of my skin like a bruise. You are the slick sliding down myContinue reading “When I am here”

As if I am the sun

Where did you come from? You ask me this once, at some hotel, some time, somewhere. Frustration, and something else wrapped around the question. A glint of admiration, perhaps, for my stubbornness, for the fight I’ve just caused, and the way it wakes you up every time. Makes your breath come a little faster, quickensContinue reading “As if I am the sun”

After years of sleeping

A crack down the phone. Electricity. I can hear the shift, even in the silence that follows. And then this. Lucy. Tell me what you see. I … I stumble against the words. How are we here? Here we are. Seeing the line, only as we step to cross it. Tell me what you see.Continue reading “After years of sleeping”

The midnight hours

I am nearly asleep but I don’t hang up. Not tonight. Not this close to somewhere infinitely more peaceful than where we live in the daylight. It’s nice to be in this drifting together. Joe. My voice is breathy, sleepy. I’m still here. I don’t say it. Just think it. Say it. Think it. WhoContinue reading “The midnight hours”

Start with your hands

From December 2012: Start with your hands. I want you to place them here. And here. And here.  So much to discover if you take it slow, and I want you to take it slow. I want to feel the restraint (yours, not mine). I want to see the pulse in your tendon, the quick in your veins.Continue reading “Start with your hands”