As It Happened....

We made love
red heat under my skin
like a boil, a welt, coming to surface with a sting
the pange of regret, and the oh so fucking awareness
it wasn't real

But we gorged on each other
and I spread my legs to you
the width of you, and us, and wider still
as if I could not open enough
and it never was...was it?
...enough

But your name was in my hair
scritching out a memo of our deed on the pillow
where I lay naked, moon light bathed
because you would have wanted it so

And on the last wave
we floated away
as if we ever had.
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