Written in the 70s — He worked

He worked on her [***], balled into a striving that sweated their two bodies [***], past caring where she was, if she had [***] [***]. She was beginning to signal [***] in her eyes, her [***] was tensing. But all that mattered was the [***] he was [***] toward, the fall. He shifted forward, making the angle more [***], drowning in [***]. Guiding on the [***] [***] of her [***] [***], he felt at last a loss, a dispersion, and dragged with a shiver the [***] slow [***] deep from [***] [***] [***]. When the [***] [***] he was already [***].

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

70s-5a redacted

Written in the 70s, 70s-5a redacted. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day, and watch Netflix and Prime Video for entertainment. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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