goodold

we got here because we got lost

in the dream of this morning, alone, the two of us young, vibrant and free, making love in front of the window, unconscious of this public act, agile and tied, me and her in us both, we much more than the two of us.

in an instant of sensual carelessness i opened my eyes to time and space, to the shock of our exposed nudity, and to the sight of the opposite window: old and lovely, we danced, the two of us, trembling and fragile, in a slow, long, delicate bond.

 

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