Entries By sonneillon
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crow
Deep set stone steps flicker with the light Of swaying tree branches and city swept Leaves.
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark Like animal-shaped shadows As their voices lift and shriek into the air.
Posted By sonneillon On 04.29.2013 @ 6:13 am
geometric
Trailing fingertips Find fine lines and smooth shapes Against warming skin. Slow breaths punctuate the air Until a curve is struck, Releasing a gasp And a mouthful of words And teeth and Sound and Silence
Posted By sonneillon On 04.15.2013 @ 5:53 am
welfare
Tendrils and spinning webs find their home in crooks and crevices In the hard rock And crushed sea shells. You reach out your hand - I find your fingers, navigating the Ground below.
Posted By sonneillon On 04.11.2013 @ 6:48 am
claims
It’s that hard slam against shoulder, Side, elbow, as you collide Setting off a vibration that travels from Your toes to the tips of your fingers That leaves you breathless. It’s that dizzying feeling down South-East-West-oh-God and You’re stuck with the shakes And his name on your tongue As he claims your lips.
Posted By sonneillon On 02.06.2013 @ 11:43 am
husband
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.
When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.
Posted By sonneillon On 02.04.2013 @ 1:15 pm
murder
You’re like a storm – Lightning eyes, and rough cheeks Soft sweep of lips And a golden glow that peeks out Between jeans and shirt. It’s this constant fight To keep my fingers to myself And your lazy smile Leaves the fastest beat, Squeezing the air from my lungs With a suppressed gasp. A stutter. I’m drowning and hoping.
Posted By sonneillon On 02.03.2013 @ 10:34 am
systems
You rip it from me – Your fingers grasping I can hardly believe it. Like cables snapping, I short circuit and shut down. Slow, contemplated, You break me down, Leaving me breathless With only the quick skip Of my heart.
Posted By sonneillon On 02.01.2013 @ 5:02 pm
features
Lips, tongue, mouth Fall against my own In a furious tug of war Eyes, hair, skin – Soft – and I can feel you talking Through your fingertips And the vibration of your body Against mine. Trailing sparks over your arms, You shiver and gasp In a goodbye, In a surrender I’ll never forget.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.31.2013 @ 11:49 am
swell
Like insurgents running from the shore Chasing and panting, It slides and captures. Cunning and Crazed, it grabs onto boots And flying limbs, Itching to pull them under. Icy fingers twitch, beckoning them closer, To show them the green and slippery Graves below.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.30.2013 @ 12:01 pm
visitor
Seconds pass; Slow and calculated Shadows drift and settle On stone walls, and walkways. But with each city beat Footsteps follow; Calm, rushed, frenzied - A confusion of sound Falling to a dull rhythm Of the cement heart.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.28.2013 @ 12:34 pm
cool
A breath across your skin Leaves goosebumps And slow shadows creep From between the blinds Over dimples and curves Finding a home along Your spine And in your hair.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.27.2013 @ 12:05 pm
speak
She slipped on the stairs, Slow and tumbling, the air thick And suffocating in her throat. With a scream and curse She slid, her fingers threatening at The shiny edges of the banister Before she landed with a soft Sigh, unable to Speak.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.26.2013 @ 12:32 pm
ahead
Shoes beat the road In a weird stacatto Of hard breaths and a catch That starts deep in the throat. Tripping feet and bloodless Fingertips Try catch the cross beams Of passing cars But with a drop, Light curves over lips and hip and hair And the “no entry” sign ahead Blinks red and white and blue Before all sound stops.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.26.2013 @ 12:48 am
responsibility
One deep breath. That’s all it took to move out of that hunched position on the floor.
She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to get air to move in and out of her lungs and slow her crazy heart. She clutched at the ends of the carpet, her knuckles turning white with the tight grip, the nailpolish on her nails chipping.
Tomorrow.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.24.2013 @ 12:00 pm
musical
It’s a small mercy when your mouth clamps shut and instead, you talk with your finger tips and feather touch. My body hums, finding a beat, a rhythm in a silence of gapes and gasps. And with a slow fury, I am the one fighting for words, tripping and stuttering, grasping for that last sweet note.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.23.2013 @ 12:01 pm
real
Red wine lips smacked sweetly, sticky and tacky, leaving imprints on the glass. Once-white teeth glowered back at me. It was like she had bitten into some bleeding carcas and I struggled to keep my shiver of disgust hidden.
Sitting before her made everything too real. She existed. This existed. My fingers battled silently in my lap, my leg bouncing, my brain racing. What the fuck had I got myself into?
Posted By sonneillon On 01.22.2013 @ 12:12 pm
visit
Daybreak – Fingers find their way Through forest brush And finally settle Like lazy lizards On hot rocks. And like the trinkling streams, Those soft tendrils will whisper-walk, Visiting the dips And dives Leaving only the sighs of the Undertow.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.21.2013 @ 12:50 pm
applied
With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.
The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted her gaze to the clock.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.20.2013 @ 11:51 am
destroy
I disappear. It’s your lips and the touch of Your trailing fingers That leaves a fire behind. Slow and awkward, A licking fire Finds its way to my hips And the back of my thighs, And with a sigh I collapse. I am destroyed.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.19.2013 @ 2:10 pm
sound
With the hit and the stroke The lap and the pull The sound hit the shore. Fingers and foam Carved names on the sand, Leaving small reminders For footprints and the birds.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.18.2013 @ 12:11 pm
choose
Sitting in straight back chairs, we stick to the wood, our thighs slipping slightly as we move. I hear a chink of ice, the glug of liquid and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Choose a card,” he says, but I can’t think. It’s like a green house in here, and all I can think of is a glass of cool, cool water, swimming pools and airconditioning. But the slap of cards and clink of chips on the mahogany brings me back to the reality of it all. I’m in this to win, or not at all.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.17.2013 @ 12:10 pm
sweep
You’re like a Thunder clap; Sharp and hard and rumbling. You leave me shaking, Gripping hard to the edges Of the light And the rough sweep of your Lips.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.16.2013 @ 11:24 am
size
With a sleepy smile, she rolled over, ignoring the size of the bed. Two of them laying side by side on a single was almost impossible. But in the musty motel with the sound of the traffic outside, and the constant drip-drip of a leaky tap somewhere, she drifted into the white noise, into oblivion.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.15.2013 @ 12:13 pm
speech
A groan, a lisp, a gasp, a suck Of air, a twitch of tongue Teeth and china, deep and Grounding with every grasping Sibilance, fricative, glide and liquid It fills and finds and feeds Those tiny pieces of silence.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.14.2013 @ 11:28 am
end
A murder On the green grass Where we once sat; It’s a reminder – Like black and white films And vanilla Coke - Of what was once. It’s that same pounding feeling Of blood finding my heart And the sticky mess mixing with sand On that cold, hard ground.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.13.2013 @ 11:35 am
compass
It was a slow day. Sun edged just over the horizon and footsteps cast shadows across the cement. Heat sat in a haze, held by the thick walls of industry and mortor. With each turn and bend, we got lost in the concrete.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.12.2013 @ 2:56 pm
cry
Wet and broken, It had slipped from her fingertips. It fell with a shudder And a choke, Leaving her grasping and holding and leaning And gasping for breath.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.11.2013 @ 1:14 pm
master
She felt the bite. It skinned her wrists and clutched her ankles in a vice grip. Flexing her fingers and toes, she tried to get rid of the pins and needles, but it was useless. It was then she felt the soft whisper of breath on her shoulder, and the light rain of leather against her thighs.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.10.2013 @ 12:23 pm
politician
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” It was a soft uttering, but one filled with anger and hatred. The news flashed across the TV screen in skips and stutters, bottle blondes and celebrity gossip. Superficial banter and light discussion on the string of murders from this summer. Nothing like a pretty face and vague licentious backchat to soften the blow.
Posted By sonneillon On 01.09.2013 @ 11:52 am
