'O' Face

He’d seen that ‘O’ face so many times, the

startled rictus, the

spastic scrabbling of her fingers, that

desperate curling of her toes, the

stifled swearwords, sweat,

snatched breaths, the sudden

rigidity, hips upturned, as

sperm splashed onto cervix, but it

wasn’t his sperm nor his

body within the cradle of her thighs and he

could only watch with

wonder.