Mad tryst

July 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

(A fiction)

My god you were the mad tryst. We covered the floor from the TV to the bed with obscure philosophies and nakedness. It never would have worked. You would have burnt me out. So here we are, skirting the peripheries of each other’s awareness. In 4 days, I’ll never walk this room again and the physical memory of how we tangled on the floorboards will be inherited by the next leaseholder.

The ghosts of lovers.

(This isn’t you, but I had no photographs because we never stopped long enough for me to take any)

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