Death In The Library-- by gerunds

[Roy Hobbs]

I listen to her music
and I feel the lyric
banding expanding
inside her
between spaces her knees
open in carnal motion wider

a professor walking
to a room away faint
we hear his talking

my girl is breathing
whispering
fingers tilling
herself in soil
unfolding spaces
between her words
coming slowing

easy the filling
and all the field each beside
and insiding is lowing
swelling and melting
that hidden cup
holding wisdoms of Athena
speaking lyric for melodies
mocking certainties of knowledge
potations of brutal knowledge

when desire
bruising her lips
once before upstairs
in an unused library room
and here
a perfect and similar place

now the look of dread
comes sweet tearing
upon her face

in his room mister professor
must be speaking flocking
his sheep about him
taking seating and roll
and on the chalkboard scroll
what the thunder said

feel my girl tightening
and glowing growing
glowing
her gasping relieving
catches of passio
in my head

so still she brings me music
and her hair
has strung hanging
my hands searching
throat circling
fingers digging releasing
pressing

and she nodding
allowing pleading
asking she wanting
desiring to please me
by dying

her mouth spitting
and draining
panties piss soaking
eyes back rolling
death and I coming

I hear a librarian calling
closing time