Dented skin,
Clutching hands,
In sync, we rise and fall.
Beads of sweat drip,
Our skin a continuous line,
Connected,
United.
Heavy breaths rise and fall with us.
Growls escape our throats.
Twisted sheets cling to our curves,
Swaying with us.
A chill in the air only serves to draw us closer.
Our breathing momentarily pausing,
As our lips press against one another.
The room,
Sickly sweet with the scent of our passion,
silently looks on through the darkness.
You bite my lip.
I caress your body,
We collapse.
Entangled;
In bedsheets,
In each other,
In passion,
In love,
In lust.
In us.
- Jen Pickering
The above piece was written in 2016 as part of my Masters. The exercise was: Create a piece which engages with your sense of the ‘bodily’.
I have found a few pieces I wrote back then so if you are interested in those or the assignments which inspired them then stick around!
Love Jen x
Jennifer Pickering 