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that night

we were lovers that night. that one night. we knew only each other and nothing else. we sat for hours. you on one couch, me on the other. we sat and spoke. (what about?) I remember the couches were badly bruised, black and torn. they were not comfortable, not at all. but if you asked me to, I would sit on that couch forever. it would be the last place I ever sat. but only if you asked.

you traveled your fingers up my thigh. teasing me with your touch, you traveled your fingers back and forth over the dark denim I wore. would I feel those fingers on the bare skin of my thighs, beside my thighs? (in my thighs). would your hands be soft to the touch? gentle and sweet? I wonder

I teased you. I did. and I think you liked it. you taught me a lot that night. (what?) we lay together in my bed reading. you were reading to me. it was the best book I have ever read. we did a lot laughing over nothing too funny at all. if I listen closely I can hear your laughter in ear, distinct and strong. this will be our first memory together, I thought. we would laugh like this many times to come. I thought

it plays in my mind when I lye awake, unable to sleep; sleep escaping me, my dreams a distant traveler that I cannot quite meet. it rolls around and around (around around) in my mind. my head aches. I shower and the hot water burns my skin a nasty red and still I stand there. and think.

so much time has passed. it frightens me.

have you ever thought about something so much it becomes a dim light in the fog of all other thoughts? never completely off.

we didn’t have a history, no messy past or fighting words, just two young souls. connecting. going on pieces of a puzzle. only those that fit neatly into place, discarding all the others. saving them for another day, another time when they too would fit the picture. when the perfection of an image would no longer be an image of perfection.

imagine a moment in your life where time actually stood still. there is nothing you would change about that moment. only what happened after that moment. or didn’t happen at all.

we were lying in bed. no lips. no wet tongues. no strawberry kisses. I closed my eyes and you, yours. a safe distance separating our skin. and just as my eyes fluttered gently, sending me even farther from the earth, closer to the stars, you placed the palm of your hand, ever so slightly, on the small of my back.