Free to photograph them
in any imagined position
& because they could do nothing to stop me
I considered many
mouth upon mouth,
stubbled cheek
pressing the larger pair of lips
against the painted
pair recently glossed
tongues glistening
snakelike
breath hissed
or languid as . . .
or his fist
closed around her ankles held high
as he held them impolitely open
at the width of his shoulders
first to view, then to suck
what lay within the ear of corn.
or her body
upright upon the merry-go-round pole,
his mouth on a damp breast,
arms on slender shoulders,
hands firmly upon her throat
as of to steal a bit of her air
& thus propel her further down.
practiced,
even universal
but like as with her future death
& his past bubbly birth
not quite ordinary scenes
the lens zooms in
glimpse the two anuses
staring back
animal-eyed
surprised
but not self-conscious
the balls drawn up
smaller now
but hiding most of her lips
into which the rest of him had
with some undisclosed effort
disappeared
twisted to extract
common purpose
moan, grunt, giggle
each anus slightly upward
toward my lens,
thrusting downward
then pulling out
as if to collapse
the home it had just hollowed out,
the other, pinioned below a larger mass,
simply wiggled in search
of the perfect angle
to satisfy a clit
each one's upturned hole
in a dark language of its own
doing all the talking,
spurning higher purpose
from which they had escaped