This was written about a sexual encounter between myself and someone I didn't love, but who began to fall for me. Circa 1998.
Juliet Is Bleeding
& Romeo
is stained
he hobbles,
bare-assed across the room
the clock
ticks off another minute
the dark
morning hides
flushed
faces and adrenaline charged legs
he only now,
it, the knowledge dawns
she, head
shaking, thinks, that was a mistake
as she
anthropomorphizes herself from the bellybutton down.(she and hers surprises me
she hides
for a day and then springs)
she, the
dom, begs for forgiveness
he plops
down on the dismantled couch
in the dark,
quarterlight, his tooth gleams with his smile
swimming in
the experience, he druggedly responds,
I don’t
mind, really
honest and
true
he, towering
as he stands
hugs her
petite, half-naked form
almost, he
whispers, “I love you” into her mussed hair
she returns
the hug, her mind half there
she wanders
through the events
damn, now
he’s going to fall in love
she grumbles
in her mind
Juliet is sick of cheese
He, Romeo of
19
a survivor
of the dagger after the curtain
will grow to
be a cuddler
Juliet has
swallowed her bottle of ground callous
& rolls
over to sleep
he holds her
body
unsure of
what to do, but content to never move again
she sleeps a
dreamless sleep
and wakes
beside him
rises from
her place to shower and brush her teeth
business
& pleasure
pashaw to
love
Juliet is
bleeding more than blood
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