Easy

The greying light of a stolen afternoon, curled up together reading comics and yesterday’s papers. Reading books we won’t finish. The sheets twisted around us, she is a warm mass against me. A leg is resettled… sensation! Her body as a structure, the bones of her hips, the soft flesh of her belly, the coarse hair between her legs. A twist in her shoulders as she stretches her neck. As this weight moves I can feel toast crumbs stuck to my back.

We have been here for a hundred years. Kings have come and gone, cities risen, empires fallen. There are beer bottles by the alarm clock. Coffee stains and spilt wine. Tobacco and pot. The smell of sex. Soft slept in skin. Messy hair.