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not your average fish fry - Collab w/ Ava Blu

by Nanette Bellman

he was a solid beginning
to a year of heavy breathing
and tossed dreams

which was a great break
in the usual nightmares
i'd been having

he would walk around with that sort of swagger

that had all the women giddy with anticipation of his words,
and I was just walking by
waiting for a new lesson

when he grabbed me by my wrist and said
"Let me take you away from here."
I told him
"I doubt you can take me
some place I've never been."

His eyes were grey
and I know it was just a reflection of
the past that wouldn't let him be

He screamed, "Baby, there are things your body doesn't know about that your heart is telling me you need."

I wished I had turned my heart off.
Put up a block so he couldn't see
just how right on he was.

"Well, if it involves you inside me, honey, I've had plenty of your kind
course my veins."
I snapped back like fire.

 

For the first time, I could tell he was at a loss

and he hesitated to say anything back.
The long pause gave me time to build a fort to keep his fingers out.

He smirked, "It's going to be fun gaining your trust and throwing you against every brick wall in the darkest alleys."

I knew he was right, again, and this time the fort built

wouldn't keep me from dragging my body against his.

I was becoming my own ball and chain,
except if I did find a bridge along the way to whichever alley he pleased,
there'd be no use in jumping.
The other end of my chain is shackled to him.

which only leaves me with the one option
of allowing his hands to run along my insides
until Dawn becomes Night
and I become a stranger
just like he was to me 5 minutes ago.

what could it hurt?
having my back pressed against a wall,
internal organs exposed,
moonlight reflecting and dancing
off of two bodies becoming one

 

he could see the conversation within my head,

the shoulders loosening as the decision is made

to go away with him

 

I leaned over, kissed his lips,

and allowed my eyes to forget the future

 

at least until the day he decides

to find another fish.

02/27/2009

Author's Note: my twin sister, seperated at birth and by a few years. it was a pleasure to work with such a talent. thanks Ava.

Posted on 02/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 02/27/09 at 08:31 PM

I knew Bass would like it. haha (You know, because of his name...) I enjoyed working with you! I think we could do a better title, but this poem kicks ass. :)

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/27/09 at 08:37 PM

The two of you together, and I'd say the world at large is in a hell of a lot of trouble. Brilliant work from both you, and a great read.

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/28/09 at 01:52 PM

I want to see this movie! When does it come out? :)

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/28/09 at 02:18 PM

I had to partition myself from my own blushing because I was already in this poem for its powerful authorships' reputation-of-excellence long haul.
How you combine curiousity with hope with despair is beyond me. And you do it unflinchingly brilliant. Tre bien, you two!

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/28/09 at 03:51 PM

Great collaboration. Good story- reads like a short story in poetic form. Great work- both of you!

Posted by Anita Mac on 03/01/09 at 03:32 AM

Gosh I love you two! This was enticing and hot and beautiful and rough... and I totally know this plot. ;o)

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/03/09 at 10:47 PM

Two of you weave a fine kettle of fried fish indeed...smh

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/31/11 at 02:45 PM

Like!

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