​quiet enough to hear a pin drop i wait in the

alley at night alone – but not for long           your hands

find me in the dim light you feel your way around             my

marbled curves and slowly ease three             fingers inside me – i’ll

spare you the details but the world won’t stop spinning faster and faster,

i slip and slide toward the finish, your image gets more and more blurred,

yet my body keeps rolling, all too soon, i feel myself crash, melt into

visions of white nothingness whirling in cut-time, as my strength

releases in rhythm with echoes of toppling wood, the world stops

tumbling and clarity strikes – after all, life’s a ball

and so am I (read this again and get your

mind out of the gutter)