In the Bull Ring

In the Bull Ring


'...and then' you tell me,

thinking on your feet.

Sometimes you lean back lightly..

pull yourself up to your Gazelle height

or sidestep a little to focus on me.

Sometimes you thrust elegant hands,

...exquisite hands

deep into trouser pockets

( ...as I ache)

turning them, flashing them

fisted at me...

drawing them out,

plunging them in again

playfully as your head tilts

and you almost grin...

(...as i ache.)

Sometimes you raise your brows

fleetingly, fixing me with your gaze,

eyes flickering over my face

searching me for details...

( ...as I ache.)


Sometimes we stagger

in laughter together

through the Bull Ring,

aching...

desire and hysteria

filling our eyes,

blooming our cheeks

as we burst absurdities.

Or lustful we wind

animal bodies together

...aching.