Inconsistent

Observation of another's actions

She lights up the room
with her blown up
black eyes
Wiggling those hips
to the silent and echoing
rhythmic sighs
Jumping up and down
forgetting the…
coming back to the point.

Talking back but not forth
Confused and bewildered
but she’s altogether.
Sweat's pumping
she's pounding
and fondling.


She's down
tongue's in between
her clinch vertical smile
up goes the head
forces out inconsistent words
that even she can barely understand
Repeating herself
Repeated annoyances
that she openly admits.

Finally we're down the hill
No more talking,
No more twirling or spinning
No more...

Just soft and silent comfort.