i mean, it was crazy. i got really sick that night. worst luck EVER.
but she
took care of me - she fed me and
played ** on wax
and burned sage to cleanse me, all while kissing me.
she spoke French to her Persian cat. we laid together. *******.
then we jus laid there.. both afraid to break the silence that was good, so good..

my eyes were closed, i remember, and
she started kissing me,
interspersing them with these, like, super
small ephemeral licks
-one on the top lip, then one on the bottom one-
gentle and full of thought,
so light,
almost imperceptible,

like an amalgam of ice and rock the size of Manhattan
wobbling
teetering and
slipping, ever so lightly,
into our orbit.

i slept better than ever that night. spent on ***. lots.
and like dead flowers not yet
we dreamed of iridium petals falling up, wilting in the hot blazing summer light
bearing down on our fling.