We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, savoring it. And then all at once, we slam together. Mia's legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands dipping in my hair, my hands tangled in hers. And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.
Gayle FormanAll night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.
Gayle FormanI like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.
Gayle FormanAnd if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
Gayle FormanIt was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.
Gayle FormanSleep would be so welcome.
A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.
These days, you’ve gotta milk a
dollar out of every dime.
Tags: frugality
Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
Gayle FormanHer eyes flutter up to meet mine.
“Are you hungry?”she asks.
Am I ever.
(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.
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