Video Remote and The One with the Heart of Gold

Video Remote and the One with the Heart of Gold

She reaches through his skin to muscle,
Pulling it from the bone, stretching
His shoulder into wings.  He turns
To face her, eyes aglaze, stares
Into her lips, parted and wet, move
To pull her close.  Click.  She
Screams and slams the door, his face
Grinning into her eyes through the wood.
Click.  With the music sliding to Ravel,
She takes his hands and backs him
To the bed, brushing the cannopy's net
With the back of her head, turns, eases
Herself down, slow-mo, feet on the floor,
Head on the pillow.  Click.  Halfway
Up the tairs, he stops, giant eyes aflame
With fear, facing the door bulging in
With his fists.  Click.  Lips brush her cheek;
His hands work off-screen; she takes
A deeper breath, closes her eyes.  She runs
Her red nails into the small of hi back.
Click.  The chainsaw roar alive and bites
Through the door.  Click.  Ah! She says.
Click.  Scream.  Click.  She says yes.

Stephen Gardner