Newlyweds

trinityeliza

The first time your fingers played
itsy bitsy spider up the
insides of my thighs,
I fluttered, shuddered with the curtains in the cold
and spread my legs wider.


But you only used this as a sly vehicle
to get to your insistent thrusting that left me
staring at black spots on the ceiling,
wondering if they were centipedes
preparing to dive onto your naked back
that moved like a dolphin in the dark.


You pushed my pillows up against the wall
and my neck ached regretfully as I
remembered
your finger
creating radiant heat,
beautiful, like the
three
distinct
colors
in a candle's flame,
and I missed that feeling,
like natural disasters taking place
in the nucleus of my body,
my toes curling in their effort to get to safety