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He crept slowly up behind her, placing an arm around her waist.
Quietly, he whispered, "I love you."
He turned her around and leaned in, kissing her lips gently.
She backed away slightly, a puzzling look upon her face.
"What about her?"
"I'm over her...because of you."
"Me? I'm nothing special."
"Oh, but you are. Believe me, you are."
"No, I'm not...I never will be.."
"You're amazing. You're..different, somehow, and I can't quite put my finger on it."
His hand grasped hers, and he put the other on the wall behind them.
"I want to be with you," he said softly, and he kissed her again.
It made her melt, almost instantly.
"And I with you."
She pulled him by the hand to the bedroom just down the hall, closing the door behind her...
...And then she awoke.
The dream was over, and he was no longer there.
Two became one...
The two lay together under the full moonlit sky, staring up at its beauty.
He looked over at her and softly whispered, "I love you."
She blushed, a small smile creeping across her lips..."I love you, too."
He grasped her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze before slowly positioning himself above her.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, then her forehead.
Returning his kisses, she glanced up at him, softly saying, "Make love to me."
He smiled...and the two became one under the moon that night.
I don't live to see tomorrow?
Would you be at my funeral?
I'm nothing you expected?
Would you still accept me?
I tried to steal your heart away?
Would you let me keep it?
I ended up in Hell?
Would you go with me?
I promised to be yours forever?
Would you believe me?
I said I'd love you until I died?
Would you love me?
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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