Allison Solano

February 24, 2009

Methods and Materials

Tension

In my shoulder blades,

My muscles are rubber bands

Stretched too far apart.

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Her gaze a warning

He ignores the silent threat

Danger shocks the space.

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The hot breathe of him,

Strong and vital on my neck.

Clench legs. Don’t exhale.

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On the lakes surface,

The water strider dances,

Skimming on tension.