The next morning

The sun creeps in over the hilly crest streaming through the open window. It kisses my eye lids and cheek. The soft velvet blanket cascaded across our naked bodies acts as a pathway to our souls. Our toes our barely touching as if it is the first time they've held hands,eager but cautious. His knees butt against mine as if they are shielding them from on coming blast. I thank him by elegantly flopping the head of my penis on to his recoiled scrotum. A smile arises through his thick amber beard. His belly scoots closer and grazes mine with the thick mane of hair stretching from his crotch on through his soft features like shrubs through a rolling plain. His eyes gently peel open, and a breath of soft air escapes his lungs and showers my face, a hint of the chicken parmesan we cooked the night before still lingers. I inhale deep. Our eyes met for the first time since I witnessed them quiver as he ejaculated across my back and gently drizzle on to my hair . "well hello there" he speaks. The excess skin beneath his chin rumbles gracefully. A single tear raises to my lid as I struggle to conjure words. "good morning Barry"

It has all come to this. Like I piece of used bubble wrap I search for another pop, another burst of hope hidden amongst emptiness. Useless. Like a carrier pigeon soaring through the dusk sky only to find there is no note, no string tied to my thin ankle. Alone I fall. Familiar smells mix in my mind tying tiny knots amongst my memories of you, tangled and knotted. No matter how hard I try to wash it all away, a little soap still gets in these eyes and a tear slips down my check. I turn the knob and step out cold, wet, and naked. I make a turn to face myself in the mirror. There is only fog. 

THE QUESTIONS YOU ASK IT

Where am I ? what happened? WHY? WHY? he said he wouldnt do this to me..WOULD HE? WHY is it so dark? WHY is that stupid BON JOVI song playing in the backround..OH GOD Im in his trunk..Why am I naked why are my hands tied together then tied to my penis..god the frayed edges are getting in my urethra. why is there a fluffy red nose shoved in my rectum and dried with blood HE wouldnt hurt me WOULD HE? HE DID MAKE ME THAT BALOON ANIMAL DIDNT HE? HE said he was a real clown, he showed me his Ringling Brothers certificate HE WOULDNT LIE? WOULD HE? WHY ARE WE STOPPED?  WHy DO I HEAR HIM CHUGGING WHISKY AND PASSING GAS? WHY IS THAT STENCH GETTING CLOSER? WHY IS HE STILL WEARING HIS CLOWN SUIT? WHY IS HE TICKLING ME and pulling my flacid penis? HOW DID HE FIT THAT NEVER ENDING NAPKIN ALL THE WAY UP MY ANUS? WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY TO HIM? WHY CANT I CRY? WHY IAM I LAUGHING TOO? THIS COULDNT BE THE MONSTER CALLED IT COULD IT BE?