"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, September 12, 2015

Paradise Lost





How you looked that day
In a bikini
Ocean and Palm trees behind you
How you tasted
When I kissed you
When we moved between night and day
From the beach to the bed
Barefoot and naked
Under the moon and the sheets
I liked you that day
And loved you that night
When our bodies moved with the tide of passion
The breeze drying us through open windows
Calming from the frisson
Sweet smell of sex lingering in the air 
On my tongue and in your hair



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