HEAVING

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

You always had a way of squeezing
the sanity out of me

all of those you held
to your heaving breasts

then bashing your lovely dolls
against the bed frame and ceiling

waking in the morning on the tile floor
grinning like a fiend

I had you and you had me

could it last?

your answer swift
over a waterfall

splashing all over my room
flooding with floating photos of you

taking yourself to the limit with so many

until one too many formed a line
you couldn't stop

all those leathery guns

their bullets finally leaking
out of your orifice.