fiction

i was in disbelief; but you mock my vacuous stare. you cannot
begin to imagine how no shadow is fallen; 'tween the idea and
the reality; those hollow men are real. there it was: standing
and shiny, fluids at the slit; meatus would have been more
precise; but it would have devastated the poetry of that moment:
the moment when you shoved my head towards the sulcus, the
frenulum exposed; it was to be a brilliant moment: the tongue
poised; the saliva ready; the lips postured; the moment
beckoning. but that,

when my eyes finally met your shaft,
i just knelt further down, melting into the ground: in shock.
gentle giants, they actually exist.

so this is how the world ends: not with a bang,
but a whimper.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 9:35 pm