Crush
by Rebecca Fletcher
I swear I see you quiver
As I stand over you.
I nudge you lightly with my toe first.
Your response pleases me, so I press
My foot against your tender tip
(I cleaned my shoes before I came today).
The green grass is all around us as we share this moment.
My foot is on your vulnerability.
I can imagine it yielding slightly under the pressure
Of my shoe
As I slide its sole along your little head,
Knowing that friction is the only resistance,
And although you’re in my shadow now,
Which covers you and your little friends –
Doomed to the same fate –
You want this as much as I do,
And although it feels wrong
We both need this right now.
I imagine what it will feel like to have you yield under me,
The soft giving way to the hard.
Will you bend under me, or will you snap?
I shift the angle
And start to apply more weight.
I feel it slide under my foot as I commit.
There is no stopping now.
I abandon my concern and give in.
The weight is shifted, I feel you flatten beneath me –
So much lead-in, so much foreplay –
Such a rapid deceleration –
My work is done.
I scrape my shoes on the green grass as I survey
Your almost-seed scattered on the ground...
And I move on with my day –
Stomping on mushrooms in the park.
As I stand over you.
I nudge you lightly with my toe first.
Your response pleases me, so I press
My foot against your tender tip
(I cleaned my shoes before I came today).
The green grass is all around us as we share this moment.
My foot is on your vulnerability.
I can imagine it yielding slightly under the pressure
Of my shoe
As I slide its sole along your little head,
Knowing that friction is the only resistance,
And although you’re in my shadow now,
Which covers you and your little friends –
Doomed to the same fate –
You want this as much as I do,
And although it feels wrong
We both need this right now.
I imagine what it will feel like to have you yield under me,
The soft giving way to the hard.
Will you bend under me, or will you snap?
I shift the angle
And start to apply more weight.
I feel it slide under my foot as I commit.
There is no stopping now.
I abandon my concern and give in.
The weight is shifted, I feel you flatten beneath me –
So much lead-in, so much foreplay –
Such a rapid deceleration –
My work is done.
I scrape my shoes on the green grass as I survey
Your almost-seed scattered on the ground...
And I move on with my day –
Stomping on mushrooms in the park.