I don’t know what I wanted, 

a retaining sex, shadows of wholesome curves, or just a faceless dwell with another person where I can never be defeated. 

Anyhow she came…a bit late but came with a bubble of erected lights. 

She was quickly doing her business…I didn’t know whether she was thinking of this as business or not…

I grabbed her hands and asked, ‘ what do you love?’ 

‘These unrecognizable faces…these dark faces getting their shits done… getting their raw smells, just by leaping inside a square foot.’  

I couldn’t realize…she was again on her silent business…

downstairs…making stars out of my phallic bones. 

There was a time…when I was completely lost in her demanding bends…her closing moans, 

her throbbing breasts. 

With a saint like pump it was over…I wanted to hold her…I wanted to make her drink one more whiskey…

but she was going as cold a storm can be going. 

For a moment she looked back, ‘ now you are inside a different square foot and I am inside a different square foot…that’s tragedy, that’s murder. But that’s what we all do we murder in lonely nights…and we roam free in days.’ 

I was drunk…I was closing my eyes in a floating trance…

i couldn’t gather the best lesson at that very moment.

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Photograph: Google.