ANCHORING DOUBT, flooding the veins of such a precious life. he notices, & stands patient at the shoreline, waiting for the day she might rise. it must get exhausting, struggling to keep yourself afloat in a riptide of
denial. hands pocketed, he resigns.‘
–––––perhaps over a bottle of pinot grigio, naked in front of the fireplace ? you’d be amazed at the conversations i can hold in the throes of passion. ’
what she’d be AMAZED by is any conversation with him at all that didn’t include a dig about getting her naked. ❪ let’s pretend it’s never crossed her mind in a moment of weakness or ten. ❫
‘ you’re on thin ice, pal. do this one thing for me & we can maybe discuss the remote POSSIBILITY of you staying for dinner. just dinner, lucifer. ’