Climbing

It's stifling.
Rifling through sheets
My prison grip on her wrists
and give a twist.
I hover
and hit
and hover
and hit
and dive down dog
like a yoga pose,
boiling muscles
and a twitch.
Another flip of the switch.
Face pushed across.
I am boa,
snake and constrictor.
Vampire bat and
I bit her.
Toes twist twelve ways,
like larvae
emerging from dirt.
A hug so hard
it hurts so good
as nail draws
red across a shoulder
blade. Sharpened tip.
Lip and
ears and lips with
tongues and teeth on
smears of tongues and
licks and smacks of spit.
meager words stripped
from heaving breath
hot and huffed by...
Everything
constrictor and
released and
back again.
Then rigid like
a rubber band puled
tight. Strum it
and a rippling, no, like,
ten seizures to
the fevered pace of
an outstretched face
open mouth
and then at peace.
rigidity and
release.
Now ceased.

Fall through, blood full
and boisterous.
Nerves, firing squad going
"Rat Tat...Rat Tat!" and
busting cotton caps
from way down deep
toward the middle.
Spread like an extacy pill.
Lid off the pot.
No thought.
I lay to rot.
Nothing to do but to die today.