His tongue dried her tear ducts
they went in after slipping the driver a couple bucks
Her hands were pressed against the wood grain
they were limp but forceful, recovery – pain,
it might wash away. That was what she thought,
He brought his best face forward, but she wasn’t looking.
Her mascara stained eyes were vacant and searching
the body for signs, replenishment. His fingers – in, out
over skin discovering. Her fingers trailed his touch
She was picking up what he left her,
it wasn’t much.
Her hands trembled in the blank room
they sought recompense from a noiseless tune.
Her eyes never met his, they sought release.
His eyes poised on flesh, they were at peace.
Hands were laid upon her stomach, back, throat.
His fingers gripped her long black hair and slightly tugged,
She released a note,
it resembled life. The life she was searching for.
It was just a flash but her eyes closed
Her smile arose and her nose twitched just a bit