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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Mar 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.11.05.44.11188]] |
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Morning light sandpapers the lids open, waking alone, as expected surveying the chaos we made when an act of aggression became a glowing act of love. Sex? You could call it that, but I will not call it more. I am trying to smother the incandescence that made my skin shrink, and swell and then I see it. One small white bag, next to a paper cup on the counter. I pad over, supressing a smile. Peer in--- NO. YOU DIDN'T. HOW COULD YOU HAVE KNOWN... Toasted Plain Bagel, Half Butter, Half cream cheese. And a cup of coffee with double double. And I break my fast alone, but wrapped in a lavish sort of Bay Rum scented haze that is simply delicious. |