Sex, Kink, and the Erotic: “off 19th street” by Praise Osawaru
off 19th street
you come over when an orange glow encroaches upon a section of the morning sky
telling the night it is unwelcome & so you embrace the day with avidity.
my new apartment is a republic of dirt, dust & cobwebs; a displeasing present
but you tenderly offer a hand, then lunge & yank the broom from me, leaving me
incapable of denying your offering. time promises an unending stream
of seconds, like a waterfall, & all we do is paddle & part our lives into slices for one another.
everywhere is spotless & organized when without warning, the window reveals gray clouds.
the roof chants and I decipher a downpour. the rain is heavy & unwilling to cease.
I propose you stay the night. it begins with a bump & an apology, prolonged gazing,
soon we’re undressed in bed, our skins somehow managing to sweat, when
the atmosphere hosts a numbing chill. you rebound off me nonstop, I wheeze
in sheer delight—a ritual of warm bodies. lightning stretches, blinking white
into my darkened room, a rumbling scares my lamp away from the nightstand
& it shatters upon impact with the tiled floor. for a moment, my attention
is filched, like the way the night swipes the sky from the day.
you palm my face & say: don’t worry, I’ll clean it up later.
& your breasts holds my gaze as a drop trickles down your sternum.