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“If you want to stay, I want you on this sofa, and I want a lot.”
She watched where I entered her. For a while, my face was optional.
The cinema was supposed to be neutral. I came before I meant to, and then I needed him in my mouth.
“If you get in and drive, I’ll see you Thursday. I’ll be normal.”
“See you at the next session?”
I could never hide how wet I was. That was the whole problem.
The girls came until they were shaking. After that they wanted both of us.
We didn’t have much time. She did everything anyway.
Nobody said anything. Everybody loved it.
Under the blanket, we stopped belonging to the people beside us.
Next time I will put the rope in his hands first. Tonight I could not wait.
His flight was in two hours. We found a place the beach did not advertise.
I was there for a conference. She was there to forget someone. Neither plan survived the elevator.
The storm knocked out the power for the whole block. In the dark, we stopped pretending.
One hotel left with a vacancy sign, and one bed. We both pretended to be surprised.
The key turned. The light in the living room was on.
“Then don’t practise stopping.”
“I didn’t put the pen down for the footnote.”
“Then the room is the problem.”
“We’ve done the inch.”
“You laughed and I knew you were going to see it. So I stopped.”
“You looked.”
I am married. I am not dead.
“Tell me to get out. I’ll water the stupid fern on the way.”
“Don’t fuck me as a punishment and call it honesty.”
“I don’t want to know what they call you.”
“Then the doors close, and we’re still here.”
The receptionist apologised. Neither of us did.
“1408. Give me twenty minutes so I don’t arrive as a panel.”
“No future. We have this.”
“My night had plans. The plans are dead.”
“Your voice knew where to find me.”
The spark didn’t ask the lawn’s permission.
“It will be because I am curious, not because I am sad.”
“I am finished with maybe.”
“Come here. Not to organise the fridge. Here.”
“I’d like you to touch my wrist first.”
“Kiss me anyway. I want the measurement.”
“I’m gay. I’ve never said that out loud to someone I wanted.”
“The profile promised coffee.”
“Do you want this, the way we said?”
“Not as a symbol. I want your mouth and the promise kept in the morning.”
“Don’t turn the light on. Don’t bring a face you need me to praise.”