Entry #32

Birds of Passionate Prey
by Kim Soles


Place – The steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum.
Me – Red slinky dress.
Him – Button down cotton shirt and jeans.
Sky – Lavender blue, overcast.
Bird – We both notice the silhouette of a large bird of prey.
I say – “It’s a hawk.”
He says – “It’s an eagle.”
Drinks – Marley’s Pub.
Conversation – Discuss the bird with the bartender, who agrees with him that it’s an eagle.
Car - We talk about what is missing in our life.
He – Kisses me.
I – Kiss him back.
Passion – His hand is on my hard nipple, sending sparks throughout my body.
Plans – He will follow me home in his car.
Road – The winding, road is empty of cars, I peak in my rear view mirror at him.
Red light – I look up and see the bird, floating circles. We are close to my house.
House –A kiss on the porch and I unlock the door, we make our way upstairs.
Passion – He slips my dress off and lifts me on the bed.
Lust – I unzip his jeans.
Naked - We embrace, entwining legs, locking, and licking.
Him – He rides me.
I – Sway under his heaviness, moving, thrusting, sucking.
We – In ecstasy, moaning, sweating.
He – Rolls over.
I – Squirm with welcomed sensation, wrapping the cool sheet around me.
Light – the candle’s light creates a shadow from the objects on the table.
I say – The shadow looks exactly like the hawk we saw.
He says – The shadow looks exactly like the eagle.