Thursday, May 26, 2011

Slow Teeth

When I opened the door to the kitchen from the bathroom I saw here lying on the table. Her back was flat against the cold smooth surface and her body rose and dipped over itself in the soft lamplight. She was pretty naked. The windows were black behind her and her skin popped and glowed. I felt like I was outside, the wind was all I could hear. Turning her head she looked at me and a lock of her hair unfolded downwards, fell into a still vertical thicket. Her sides were striped with flesh and space and depth. Her eyes were open, slightly closed and her teeth showed behind her lips. She reached across her belly and pushed her palm against the table, lifting her body up and coming to rest on her ass with her legs hanging from the table's edge.
Mitten, the kitten, stood staring from beyond the threshold, where the shadows of the house cut the light.
-I think mitten is smitten
-I'm gonna smitten the living daylight out of you. showing her teeth.
I was cold, and the breeze was coming through the open window, sounding bigger. goosebumps were raised on her bare thighs and arms.
-Let's get into the dark and becoming warm flowing minds.
-I'm gonna finish my beer.

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