Two Poems: THEN THERE IS YOU and THE EXIT DOOR BEHIND THE BATHROOM
By Sergio A. Ortiz

Then there is you

―contained noise,
Acrobatic. I fell,
you hurt. I oscillated,
you healed.

 

The Exit Door Behind the Bathroom

A sigh rising like a giant wave
as if not real.
We walked in & he closed the door.
Chair, bed, crowded around me.
He ran the curtain; the bed gave way to reveal the chair.
It held my pants for a moment.

Mouth ajar above me. He took me,
I sat next to him and sprawled,
he climbed up, took my hand & slipped it
between his buttocks. I got up
trying to move a little & play. I fell again,
his mouth on me. He sucked too hard, I closed
my eyes, everything clouded.
I could not stand it, so I closed my eyes
to calm down inside, but he sucked too fast.
Nothing came out, he gasped,
his breath between my legs. I couldn’t see outside.
The curtain had covered the light.

He sat down, touched me up and down.
I thought I had seen an extra finger
on the palm of his hand.
Strong, too strong and hard, it hurt.
I tried to fix my eyes on his mouth but
I couldn’t stand it. I got up.
He had his hand on me, I sat down next
to him. He started again, this time with his hand
beating and squeezing. My hand
on his bare chest. My eyes fixed on his lips.
I was about to explode. He felt like an upright wave,
a shadow behind the shadow.

I was afraid his lover had followed us here.
What if he knocks on the door, opens it,
finds me semi-naked & erect in front of the bed?

Daniel kept touching me from top to bottom.
I kept hearing a bell outside. It rang for us.
Already empty, nothing came from inside me.
He got up and ran the curtain. No one was there.

 

 

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Art by C. O’Connor.