Sex and Sleet: Free Verse
Saturday Poetry Prompt: the danger of the dream
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2 min readDec 18, 2021
Halfway through the sex dream
opened to driving
spun round by the world
and wind
not letting
me get any rest
or seeing bodies
that are really there —
humped over by the snow
and wind
sculptures
of genital gods
I thought —
hitting the brakes
before sliding off the road
gravel catches
but ice lubricates
the rubber friction —
back to the slide
back to the extraordinary
body on body
without the fucking snow
obscuring anything
gain grip — slip
again
and then downhill
again
eyes flashing madly
against monochromatic
landscape