Literature
all the best cowboys.
his touch works against her like mutinous sandpaper;
rough; unyielding-
skin on shark leather, a cage of violent flesh and dishonest bones.
the air between them is static and chilled,
like his eyes, and she remembers,
his magnetic presence pulsing behind her, next to her, inside her, against her-
when she looks in the unrepentant mirror,
it frosts over,
to escape,
like she wishes she could,
and it shatters,
like she wishes she could,
falls away, and breaks apart,
like she wishes she could,
the little shards dancing and spinning through the stagnant air,
looking up, and reflecting his eyes back at her.
let's say that he has a