Sublime

dissolute,”

skein

languor that sat upon the city, like a lover’s tired, unsteady

not a secret left in the world, because wanting to be in bed with him was my only secret and here I was sharing it with him.

This is where I dreamed of you before you came into my life.

If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have me