As the Sun burrows No.20
Vigil No.17
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As Rat busied himself about the burrow here and there, he found himself frequently distracted by Coatimundi, who, after getting them caught on a root protruding from the burrows wall as he tried to get at some ginger snaps on a high shelf, had ripped and then wriggled free of his trousers. Now the Coati jaunted about the burrow on full display and the Rat could not keep his eyes from wandering down beneath his tail, or between his thighs, or at what swung and bounced and hung.
The Rats mind had become a fleeting mire of confusion and emotion, it seemed as though he could not hold on to an idea, a feeling, a mood or a starting point for more than a few moments. He found himself dropping things, leaving tasks half finished, not listening when spoken too.
Distracted and frustrated, Rat decided to return to his vault. For as much as his eyes wanted to wander along the softer parts of Coatimundi, he was quite irritated and repulsed by the animal, who ceaselessly ate and complained and seemed at all times to be in the middle of some antic or performance. Rat thought of Raccoon who had let him in and anger began to bubble in his chest. After a short walk down the tunnels of the burrow, with a great huff he threw back his vaults curtains and stepped inside. Rat was frustrated and angry but also tired and full of a days worth of repeated aching arousals.
He fell into his cushions and after a time began to please himself, as he did, he thought of Badger. As he continued and did not relent, his thrusts and bucks came and his body gave up its hold on deep, small valves that opened and flooded tiny coiled tubes with warm fluid held by glands that were drawn up tense and tight. He kicked his feet as it built and happed, his mind at his emptying was suddenly filled with images of Coati and his soft places and Rat was truly deeply emptied by the final spasm.
When the Rats panting and enjoyment had passed and his joy faded he quickly pulled his trousers back on and reached for a cloth to clean up what he had spilled across the cushions and floor. As he leaned forward to blot up his fluids, he was startled horridly to find Coati crouched down inches in front of him. Coati flicked his tongue out and wiped his muzzle of something that hung from its side. He chuckled as he stood up in front of Rat, then without a word, pranced out of the room with a bouncy step. As the rat looked out on the cushions and ground front of him, between his legs where he should have been spilled…not a drop of his pearly silver remained…the cloth was no longer needed. Rat sat in the dark realizing what the Coati had been licking off his chin and felt perplexed. Pleased and unpleased. And there he sat for a long while, until finally giving up the chase for how it all sat with him, what it all could mean, he let himself fall backward into the pillows and blankets once more and let out a deep sigh.
SIGH No.20
Pearls before swine
In the weight of its intended meaning
Holds perhaps more value
Than the value we assign to the pearl itself as product
Is the story greater than the action
Is the feeling worse than the reality
A mind left to wander, will please or destroy itself in due time
And the ego will get a tongue full of honey either way
Let our intimacy be vigilant or shared fully in knowing
For half giving will leave half formed feelings
Always collapsing into negatives and fears
