History Of The Slut In My Relationship

"...our sentences are hard put to survive the disaster of their slobbery origins." 
	   											Celine

The problem with sex is that it fires the harder life. 

It all happened in one week.
What?		   1. trip to the police station.
			2. sex, sex.
			3. the dream of the movie theatre. 

Then the red minx curled up,
lashed her outward parts. 
Chest high knobs with soft tips,
twitchy in the deep cups of her bra,
convey nothing other than the angelic---that blank.
A solution proferred by the beloved, in all ways
wise because of the crack in her head.
her delightful monster of a body. the thumb prints 
on her eyelids. 

A description of her. red minx. is a description 
of the representational boundary. One big surprise in the dark!

After she disappeared, I discovered a disposable camera under her bed.
I got it developed. Found pictures of her wedding. 

Whereas this talk show desire of mine is in the field---
"I'm v. interested in 
slut head trips
both agonizing & amusing.
What works in the world of the slut
for my book: The Friendly Slut."

That sentence
is a sort of dildo
which 
language? for me is permeable to loss
as I have lost one (language) (at least)
I skim the surface of that absence of memory
I think it makes my usage more violent. 
So my exile is limited in scope. 
So my tongue, so my lips
placed with the luggage. 

Sexually learn to widen the acceptable....
my sort of spreading butt. 

Not for me the scandalous appetites nor shining body---

camille roy