it would just be hey… how are you? and maybe I still think of you (from time to time) something like that just hey … tapped out by fingers that know the pillow-fall of you and I (you and I) forgetting in this (b)reach just how hard we fell.
For seven years we were lovers. For seven years you shucked me from my skin, shook me loose and left me scrambling for the pieces. Everything I had ever learned receded in the glare of your gold band. I spent years riding my freedom with the curb of this bit. And as your sign flickeredContinue reading “The glare of your gold band”
Sometimes I remember differently. I was thinking it might be the same for you. Not the usual memories rolled across the fingertips and turned about. Not the ones worn down and through and out. Sometimes these. The heart-in-throat promise of opening doors. Arms, and falling against your neck. The sand-plane of your skin and distanceContinue reading “Differently”
“When the two people who thus discover that they are on the same secret road are of different sexes, the friendship which arises between them will very easily pass – may pass in the first half hour – into erotic love.” – CS Lewis Here, now, at a hotel bar. The transience of this place,Continue reading “A conversation between friends (revisited)”
What if you had the chance to make things right. To fix the way we left it. Would you take it? What would it take? (Turns out the answer was both surprising – and already known)