Thick Pulse (Drenched)
Swan
Those deep drums beat
beat
beat
on that dark dank
summer night
right through the sea breeze
and city streets
hovering heavily
in the uneasy stuck-still air
of her apartment
boom
boom
boom
She awoke with a sudden
jerk
a flood of sticky sweat
drip
drip
dripping
down
her
face
her bed shirt
a damp stifling thing
clinging tight to her smooth
young skin
her tongue dry paste
throb
throb
throb
the beat was in her pulse
thick passion
pushing
pumping
through her heart
and arms
and head
beat
boom
drip
throb
push
pump
What had it been?
Was some desire
or fear
or part of her
from the past
resurfacing,
beckoning for her
to come
out?
It was gone now
leaving her in its
aftermath
with a wet cold chill
and a racing mind
After pulling off
her smothering tangle
she lay naked with her window open
as the cool summer air
breathed over her
Fading into sleep,
the experience already reduced to a memory,
she wondered,
not for the first time,
if she had made too much
of a forgotten dream
or if she had just brushed
up against
a part
of her soul
that was
missing.