Render Up My Body
By
Copyright: MajickRowan 2001
Render up my body
Into the burning heart of god
In the belly of a black-winged bird
It’s
exactly like being on fire when they are linked together like this. With his
face buried in the crook of Howie’s neck, AJ pushes forward and is rewarded
with another outburst of frantically whispered nonsense. Howie’s hands scramble
for purchase, one grasping the wrinkled mussed sheet below them; the other
scrabbling blunted nails down AJ’s sweaty straining back.
If he could talk, he would swear he can smell the smoke.
This heat burns him up from the toes, as they curl in absolute
ecstasy, searing him to tips of his fingers as he searches for, finds and
clasps Howie’s right and with his left.
He drags his warm tongue up the cords in Howie’s slender neck,
finding Howie’s mouth. He goes in deep, kissing him frantic until it is too
much and he has to stop. Breathe.
He knows he is burning in it.
Howie draws his legs up clenching his thighs more tightly around
AJ’s waist. AJ groans. The angle is shifted and he burrows deeper into Howie’s
fire.
They are still holding hands when they go plummeting into
euphoria. AJ falls first, buried in Howie, eyes closed and thrusting. He pulls
Howie along, unwilling to ever leave him behind. They are two parts of one
whole.
It’s a lot like being on fire.
He is happy to burn.
[fin.]