i yelled, “you were my favorite!”
"that’s a lie" was the reply
i wish there was a basement
in the city where i could hide.
"i looked over my shoulder and through lips stained with longing whispered, ‘won’t you come tuck me in?’
and it was delirious. it was insane, and partly said out loud due to the alcohol we had consumed that night. or so at least i would like to want to say the morning after.
but silently you stood. and there was a soft patter i heard across the floor boards. i walked further into the bedroom. i could practically see sweat drip down your neck by the way i could hear you breathing. i saw your pale hand pull across the bed and i swooped in. i was pathetically charming about it. your expression was so serious. you pulled the covers over, and you lingered. i looked up to you longingly. and you looked back with little resistance, at first. then you found your courage, then lost it again to the confusion the night had created. you kissed my forehead and i felt your body shaking. you slowly lifted your head away, then pressed your forehead back on mine. we sighed. we remained motionless. then you pulled your head back and slid your hand behind your own neck. you grabbed it with both palms and walked steady back out the door. that is all you did. that is all. you did.”
"is that all i did"
"well dont you think id like to tell you more if you had."
"you really are remarkable."
she slid her pants back on. she skipped over to the bathroom. she tried to fix her hair. with a couple of looks she regained the spark in her eye in her reflection in the mirror. she bounced out of the apartment, and into the next bedroom.