Seismologically Sunswished Interference
by Chris Hagelstein

In the aftermath of a mid-summer blazed day which fried the city of Dallas into charred anthrax, a woman vultured out of her office and tore down route 12 in a purplesque Chevy Malibu towards an offdesert town where Roy Samscott roamed, a lumbering workeringham made of rawhide and granite, in a modest one-room hotel at "Downcore." His muscles ripped and glazed in shimmering propensity as Jo-Ann upped the speedometer with her every thought of him. It wasn't the way he was really, she thought, but his moves and his stare. The way Roy looked at her was like being between the crosshairs of a sad Jesus Christ figure with the blind eyes of a snake about to bite on you, then sinking in with angelic venom -- addictively -- heavenly tearing you apart.

Roy was now lieing in bed at the Downcore after the 13 hours he put in, per day, at Pico's Ranch. The commercial sounds of singer Bonnie Ratt was drifting in the background, outside the hotel room, near poolside, as far as Roy's fading attention could detect. His body had seemed to retain the Texas sun, big and glorified, as he wafted of windburn sand grit and brine. Any loving mother would have at first nutured the wounded beast which fumbled for his can of "Parch" beer, then would have left, yet lingered to marvel at his magnificiently marbled body,--large and brawny arms and legs--and his cherryblood lips which curled upward upon the small mountainure of a chin. After the first sip of his beer, he relaxed and let his limbs slip down and release the yarns of fresh muscles so carelessly used to hoist and straddle the cattle and other critters. His job was nothing to compared to the other men who laboured from fields to computerized terminal outposts, but neither did he know that he was the boy than Man longed to be.

Jo-Ann was fast-approaching, screetching at red lights, and turning corners knowlingly too fast. Zooming cameras that panned her would have been swept off the screen and into oblivion. She pulled at and nurtured that all-too-familiar lightheadedness around her, reaching to grab around her legs and then up her spine which made her dizzy for his touch and hugs; that weight to hold her down from floating away like a dumb ballon, listless and full of hot air. She clocked into the Downcore suddenly as though she had been swimming underwater for all her drive time, disoriented, yet unsurfaced. She emerged from her car, dripping wet and staggared into an irregular heartstomp towards room 7, where her lover bathed in dreams of her.

Silently, she opened the door, revealing to her some kind of exhausted panther who slept in the shade of his futile manhood existance -- the kind of man-animal who broke from the tribe of civilization and now was lost---his clumberwood knuckles, bodily waves and hard stomach billowing inperceptible breathing. She closed the door and gave it a double lock, drawing the chain across the top and then turned around and disrobed immediately, all the while looking at her sleeping beauty, pealing off the hours of perfumed professionalism into a pile of rubbishy girlie cloth, undergarment and all. She held herself still briefly as though the torrent of anticipation would carry her away if she gave in, yet it only electrified her craving to have him come into her arms and breasts and kiss the sweatbeads fermenting upon her forehead and pouring in beady strands down her tawny loins.

As if her sensations traveled telepathically, Roy had awoken from his buzzborn nap, turned over, and side-eyed her from his bushy head. And, as if her exposure to him in that body which river-n-ebbed like shimmering humidity in front of him, he'd always adore the picking of fruit for her and drinking her milk, whilst groveling still and naw and wring his hands for her passionate discordiance; and, while during his bespeckled encumberance of his fantasy, she saw his his eyes dawn from that all-to-innocent Texas-sky blue into that black-oil burn he could not see without.

His groin beget movement of a tree bough climbing upwards slowly, lifted by the gust of her arrival, and he had to move his cowboy legs wide apart as it started to grow and fill up, just so he could feel comfortable. She began to saunder over like Siva, delighted to feast in bed at last and into his welcoming arms folding over her back upholding dangling syrup-filled lobes of her sloshy bosom, as she pressed down upon his slippery geister-builder washboard, massasing his neck and shoulderblades which supplied a way for her to hold onto him in the onslaught of her open-wide derailment into him. Roy complied with her beautifully thrown-away canopy of devotion upon his heartbeaten chest, spreading apart her legs to let her sit down onto his lap of ortamental spectacle, hardened by sunburnt days and running around---now returing back the forces which engaged it---Roy, unable to press himself further into JoAnn as she stiffened and relaxed into a scattered distress, disspearing like relativity to the point where he could only begin to ride his side of the bed, barred forever as she gourged upon his raw and useless struggle to hold back, which provided the simmering wrath of a working man's body knocking to chucks and heavy breathing the woman who would not stand alive in fire and be burned by its flames as she justified her incantation when he began circumvolving her waist into gelatin rotations, bouncing and heaving her gently so she could fasten her hold down upon him and extinguish his chuckwagon pride.

The dry-dusted air of sand and sun began pouring like crumbling hamburgermeat through the rusty, bugged-trapped screen of their windows, depositing their urban earthen windwoof like layers upon the landscapes which pulled and plundered into and over each other in immersurable topograpical pressure. Firmly underneath her now, Roy's able-bodied hands floundered with her swollen breasts, while the sweat dripped from her forehead and formed a river between her fleshpots, and splattered in droplets at the meeting-place between their legs and their stomachs, as Roy moved and searched with his unrelenting pumps which pushed her up and down and into her thighs--down way inside her appetite which never abated, yet merely increased as he tried to quell her needs by licking her torso and rummaging his puppy-face sloppily with obilvious greed all over her breasts, neck, nipples, ribs, and fleshheaving bottom-moving quest-for-him. His breath was rooming with the cataclysmic tune of her own, and they listened to each other's rocky and wraspy pleas to go faster and to never stop and to love me forever. The more she suckled and wrapped her thighs about him, nesteling him closer, yet never touching the firetrap of his lips, her breathing trickled in saliva-induced gasps and Roy burrowed and thrust his pelvis in crosslegged elipical surges while shaping her derriere and popsickle-sucking her breasts in hopes of swallowing them whole, as she flayed up and down like a bobbing swimmer drowning in hyponotic dance, parting her neck backwards with her hairstyle snapping to and fro in some Disney-paranoid steamshow struggling to maintain grasp upon his glisening skin lubricated by the oilyness of their bodies twisting the linen sheets from the rotations of limbs and ludged kisses--scattering hickey-like embellisments on her breasts and his neck---arching in volumuious ascent towards that big lord of anniliation that patience and timelessness could never know of.

JoAnn roiled around in bed as the beefheavy lunges of Roys underoven erupted into long arches of calligraphical duration, signing his soul in bouts and filled rumpstorms which poured out of him---all into her sarvationary incurred by the rapture of his love---unidentified by its creation--yet taking her in and relentlessly repeating to indulge her again with a hurried rush onwards which made her heave and hit him constantly, swinging her arms about, hitting the sidetable, lobbing off the telephone which murred a faint dial tone of disconnected disbelief while she forced her lungs to enhale the encroaching incompleteness lucsiously grazing upon her systerhood and fortifying her against lovermen forever more, dangling off the bed, lopsided, sqeezed between Roy's pelivs pumping pathos, as her arms steered his inexusible bustling body shuttering almost up through her esophagus and flagging her spinal cord of an approaching neurological tugboat about to flood her head, disabling her biorythmical surety, hardening her nipples, and which caused her to loose functionality of the management of posture he loved her with, blaring her eyes upward to see a bare eclipse of his testified gone expression sucked by the swarm of their caged bodies they entwined themselves in.

Barely clasping to the brass bed bars, she mixed up and cococted revolution upon revoloution, onwardwardly relieving pent-up estrogen with a raw hot-dog turning on rapid englufment causing her to ignite rymthic whisps of a scream, supressed as best she could, licking her lips, mauling her contentment. Camera-like shutter sounds emitted from the bed creaking back and forth, and so too were they slamming against each other in synch with the other's causal deportation to a realm-n'est pas. They suddenly slipped and skidded off the bed, both of them laughing and puffing, dressing their burns with comforting hugs and reliable holds upon each other--with lounge lizard kisses--then, quite swiftly, grabbing each other as voraciously as before, in another position, for she gained on top and wrapped her arms around his neck--releasing a sigh more easily than he, a cave-echoing dose of brainsplitting groan which rearranged his viens and arteries spraying spin-art of paisley blue and green behind his closed eyes as he rose up---delivering to her more blowflow between his chest and knees as he smothered her closely bound to kiss and hold her for it could not be otherwise.

She began swerving with her mouth agape as Roy formed oh my god words which came out like chinks in a chain, as he picked her up and rocked her in unrelenting agony--releasing spinning sticky strands of spiderweb saliva which melted like candlewax down the corridor of their entangled bodies, dripping down to the pumping love connection--unclogging her visionary witnesses of destiny and dismembering his rememberance of Texas land into earthless worlds of oceans and seas---as torrents of monsoon-induced sweat passed through their bodies and lubricated the speed of their uncontrollable motion, disconfiguring their lovemaking like a potter who couldn't control his clay at his wheel--spinning sporadically in wild directions and gaining unusual alien form by the sheer force of momentum and swinging abandon, boggling swimming naked bodies disengaged by gravational theory. Crazily loving him struggling to defeat the urge to discharge his feverous monstrosity into waves of torpedo firings, she rubbed and clocked his pelivis harder and harder, springing athletically on his trapoline, something more quickly to achieve respite than intake of being--her eyes squezzed down like crushing venus fly traps disecting and digesting her blood-filled irises which widened and strained as each thrust coursed throughout her entire body, groaning, she drunk paleozoic swarms of reincarnated snyapses hitting her, dectecting her every hidden cell in her loins and joints, releasing them from their organized obsolesce and translifting her into spacial negotiation with herself to regain composure, unable to determine once familair boundries as matter itself seemingly could not hold. She felt herself daggar-swinging like a cat's tail, knowing either she was about to blow her scrambled pace and, taking gulps of exhaused sweet air, she gave up and lodged her head back and lost a gutteral wail caused by the seabreaks of relentess steam blowing through her curviture by the constant in and out determination of herself never to deem its source, skidding almost unexpectedly as Roy's tempo built up suddenly, and exploded into a rupturuous melody, flunging into her with clashing symbals and blaring horns reminiscent of Satanic Circus or Chthulu Chrixmas, issueing pent-up streams of idyllic dreams tickling and massaging her in every way, loosing herself into splintering dissapearing coccons--sizzingly embers from fires stored once in the past, yet twice for the future. Quickly, she held up her head high and squezzed him like a tube of toothpaste all inside of her and he unloaded a dizzy array of fruits and vegatables unearthed from his garden of Eros and delivered the produce into the cornocopia of her unabashed banquet which engulfed and terrorized her doubts into submissive monks bouldering all around like a wet steamsweet torando sucking her blood through straws in their eyes.

Their bodies suddenly imploded as the rush of backward-firing engines balloned their limbs and bellies in order to hold back the devulging waterfall sluiced from the pressure of their revolving engagement they produced in the long sweaty hours of unwedded vows, and to slow down the landing of their flip-flopping metorite jetliner, rolling and bumping down to a grind on the carpetway of their bedroom. Roy was smootching JoAnn around her caved-panting body in a show of exasperated forgiveness and unintelligable mentionables of love, groaning in unanticipated satisfaction as she stroked his long legs, floppy fire-hose groin, and landscaped-ribbed body in cuddlyhood silence. Smelling firm, the room fetched an odor not far from old mesquite socks with barbeque sauce on an open grill which any passerby in the big Texas hotel of Downcore would happen to pick up while strolling by their windows in curious detachment. They laid on top of each other with their arms, legs and lips pressed in glossy defeat, unaware of checkout time or TV guides, blurred from place to place, deafened by a ringing emptyness by stars so near they curled up like feathers in their kisses, finally settling in the creases of their handholding hearts.