Friday, February 28, 2014

She asked, "Does this look sexual to you?"

Blood smeared lips, bruised eye sockets. Crooked noses.

Wrestling with a shark --may be the title.

She shattered the surface with a Da Vinci arc of crystals and steam from out the hot tub into the verdant night.

She smiled: red and pink teeth and tongue. She dove at him, arms around his neck, split lips smashing into his sutured cheek. 

"I love you." They said.