Junk Rope

She snakes around him
legs taut in tantric anticipation.
Her midnight purple
hair dances in the
match light.

He is barely aware of her
as he readies their escape.
Drowning in his
concentration, she's begging
for release.

He sticks her, heads
thrown back,
their breath runs up
the bathroom wall;
the sacrament of ghosts.

He follows her into ecstasy
a  clotted chemistry,
rewriting old love stories
from two's to threes,

They believe that they are more
than they have ever been;
Romeo, Juliet and heroin.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Powerful words here...
I guess I understand the underlaying meaning of it.
This is really intense, and well thought out.

What I like is that you paint with words, this gave me a Tarantino feeling...
(Pulp Fiction), and I enjoyed that part so much!

Your ending could be interpret as two who love, and die, as "HERO's"

- Elisa

[icelandicblue]

Thanks, I loved Pulp Fiction and Tarantino...I do understand what you mean.
Again many thanks.

You're most welcome... Tomorrow I go read more of you definitely!!!!

[stephen dillon]

opiates and love, one in the same?

[Geon Quuin]

Very descriptive.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks.

[Annabelle Lee]

Wow.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Annabelle.

[Jack...]

I wondered where this was going. Nice descriptive and desceptive piece.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Jack for your response and for being the first to read this.