the wait

the wait

She lay there on our bed panting, her tattooed white skin, sweat- sheened and mottled by weak sunlight coming through the windows of the bedroom. My cum is spread across her taut stomach like a silvery archipelago. Im still hard as I get up to go look at the purple and white Chugach Mountains to the east. Fireweed is spread all over below the snowline. The purpling of the abundant flower forecasts the first snowfall of winter. All the mountains turned over a week ago and still nothing. Still the wait for the end of green, of color, of light, youth and frenzy Still the wait.Each day preens itself slowly,achingly.

The effects of the heroin are subsiding and I can feel my erection more keenly. I stroke my cock and tell her Ill be back with fresh drinks. As I pour the gin into our glasses I realize were out of tonic water so I look in the bottom cupboard for more. We seem to be out of everything lately.Shell just have to drink it straight.Like I do now ,from the bottle.There we go, come into me, I say to the turquoise bottle. "Come , come, come."She is yelling for me to hurry. "Theres something in the yard,hunny, a bear I think,hurry,its gonna get me!" Iwalk back to the room and peer outside to see a bull moose.

Do you have a gun, I ask

Dude, you cant shoot the bear

Its a moose, I tell her

Stillin that case, come back to bed

Nah, I want to look at him for a little more

But, Im horny,she tells me

My cock hangs flaccid as I turn to see her rubbing herself,inserting two fingers deep inside her pussy.

Looking back at the moose I see him eat the Red tulips I planted months ago.

Hey, hes eating the tulipscan I shoot the bastard now?

I feel her hands around me, shes kissing my neck, two fingers enter my mouth and I taste her sex. "Come fuck me again, she whispers."

The moose is now eating the begonias,the strawberries and red cabbage. He moves to the ferns,leaving one lonely head of cabbage, its petals or leaves ,whatever theyre called are pulled back from the head, so that it resembles an orchid painted by Georgia Okeefe or even dozens of swollen labias. She gives up and returns to bed.

Fuck it,she tells me. Fuck you, then.

I sip the gin slowly and stare at the purple cabbage. I instantly want to save it from the moose. And, as if reading my mind, he lugubriously walks over to the cabbage and swallows it whole, leaving a hole in the cold cold ground the size of a toddlers fist.

I point my finger at him, as if its the barrel of a gun . "Bang." I want the moose to fall, to die for his sin. Instead he lifts his heavy head and walks away from the window and back into the Chugach.

The last of the gin goes down my throat; my cigarette is down to the end and I crush it out in a broken ashtray that says ,"Welcome to Alaska."

Shadows have come into the room and I turn to see her in the fetal position in the last patch of light

You awake?Nothing. I look outside for the last time and see snowflakes drift down,covering the earth in a mantle of white.

This is it, I say,Kaput. Finis. I feel sick from all the white; it is so clinical,so funerary. I have to look away.There she lay,in half darkness now,in the fetal position,her perfect ass beckoning me.I crawl onto the bed and move my face to her pussy which looks like a closed bud of a delicate flower. I bend to it and inhale through my nostrils.

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