Force Among Friends

The air was hot
filled with the aroma of humanity.
Each girl’s thigh sweat
as if a man was to have his way, 
And you and I were absent with the wind. 

I found myself behind the small white house
where the grass seemed to be drenched in spirits.
Your already wet whistle was beckoned to my cheek. 
And soon, your lips illegally released me to  
where I wanted to linger.
To this kiss that was so yearned for.
To the silence that was so perfect.
But forbidden words were spoken.
And you and I went absent with the wind.

I found myself in the darkness of the nights river.
Its emptiness flooding my vulnerability.
Your already drenched whistle found me there too,
where my soul bore naked to the blurred night sky.
Soon, our bodies tangled in attempt to uncover the past
and as each layer was stripped away I found myself slowly recovering to find 
       That you almost had me there.
In the rocks that cut so deep
and in the mud that stained permanent. 
       You almost had me
In the trust of my arms and in the dark want of my eyes
       You almost had me
It made me want to scream out of unfelt pain
And cry out of unseen shock
But you
       went absent with the wind.




The air is cold,
No longer filled with its friendly pungencies.
And I, cut so deep and stained so permanent,
Wish to go absent with the wind.