She wakes up, wrestling pillows, where is my hug?
Do we know each other? We forgot. Too many thoughts, who could remember.
Last night, curious penetrating looks.. is this ‘the hookup plan’ or maybe just a friend?
Kitchen, standing.
Livingroom, melting.
Bathroom, I come back, needless to guess.
Bedroom.
She’s sitting, half smiling half wondering.
What am I doing?
Storytelling.
Sex, intimacy, big questions, small talk you know, big show.
We found ourselves in our stories.
It is happening as we’re talking.
A hug?
She jumps.
I am a dormant magnet, she ignites it.
Minus plus minus plus, it works.
Half horny half connected.
She lets go.
Cat poses.
She’s on her belly, she’s on her back.
Sexualizing.
Romanticizing.
Posing again.
Dosing oxygen.
Smiling,
Stopping.
Not talking.
